#soft!billy hargrove
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Harrington!reader who struck up a friendship with Billy after finding him crying. It wasn’t long until she developed a crush on the older boy. But she knew she was the least attractive girl in school, and on the cheerleading squad. Every girl was all over him, she never thought he’d see her that way.
Movie Night
I'm so sorry, I got carried away, and I made it super long, SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I HOPE EVERYONE ELSE DOES
this has: fluff, angst, mean brother persona on Steve's behalf, OOC Billy Hargrove, soft side.
wc: 8k (i got a lil inspired, no one requests Billy and I love to write him 😭)
Stupid Steve. Stupid school. Stupid fucking stereotypes.
You understand, you get it, the fucking sister of Steve Harrington should be the perfect girl, perfect as her idiotic brother. If only they knew that being in every single sport isn’t what Steve wants, it isn’t what he desires, it isn’t what he always dreamed about.
But it’s not that perfection they want from you, oh no. It’s not your fault you have bad eye sight so you have to wear glasses, and for some reason that made you fucking undesirable. Just because you are wearing glasses, and you’ve been wearing them ever since middle school, where there were minimum problems with it, and now in high school when you just want to be able to date someone, or even kiss, it’s almost impossible because of them.
So yes, you knew people didn’t want to be with you, and you knew that it was all because of the idealization of the Harrington girl not meeting their expectations. Jokes on them, every single fucking guy in school looks like stepped on shit.
When you finally got into freshmen year, you already knew Steve was the most popular guy in school, always boosting about it at the dinner table, father always saying how proud he is for Steve being the captain of almost every fucking imaginable sport. You looked up to Steve, you really did look up to your brother… Until you crossed those forsaken high school doors, and the only face your brother sent you was that of disgust and turned his back on you.
And that sets your fate.
Now as a Junior, your brother finally graduates this year. Ever since he started dating Nancy who is in the same year as you, he has relatively changed. At home, he now tries to invite you to hang with him at the mall, or tell you to have dinner together when your parents aren’t home… You declined his invitation every time. You prefer to eat dinner in your bed, alone, while he drives away to be with Nancy. Just you, your books, and some good music. You are fine.
It doesn’t help the fact that you have just one friend at school, and she’s not even always with you because she is Nancy’s Best Friend. Barb was always nice to you, and it’s the only one you talked to in class, because then in cheerleading practice, which you had to enter because you needed extracurricular credit because your parents said so, you were given the cold shoulder by every teammate there. You didn’t participate in the cheers really, you just wear the uniform every now and then and pass them bottles of water.
You just have to survive one year, just one more year and you can go to college, probably start anew, meet people, meet someone. You fixed your glasses on the bridge of your nose as you took notes while sitting at the bleachers, hearing the squeak of the tennis shoes of all the boys in the basketball team just going around. You hear a thump, making your eyes look up to see your brother laying on the floor, making you frown.
Then it made sense, as Billy Hargrove smirked, helping your brother stand up again.
You knew that he wanted to take Steve’s position as the most popular guy at school, getting prom king and all that shit. You have heard your brother complaining about him on the phone sometimes, maybe to Nancy or to one of his friends. From what you’ve seen, Billy looked like a tough and irritating guy, and there is no need for you to get close to him at all, and you really could care less about what he does to your brother.
And that is basically your everyday life. Invisible, and you’re fine with that.
You’re fine.
“Hey, can you believe that guy?” Your head snapped up to see your brother at your door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. You raised your eyebrow at him, looking back down at your book. “If he takes away my captainship in the team, I will– Dad will fucking cut my head off.”
“That’s what you get for following his dreams from day one.” You mumble in a low tone, but he caught onto it, frowning at you.
“I have my own dreams. I don’t follow his.” You nodded at that while still not looking at him. You really could care two shits about all of this.
“Maybe Nancy can help you with this kinda stuff. I'm busy.” You heard shuffling at the door and then a sigh. You heard steps and you raised your head to hear him slam his door shut, and you knew he was probably getting ready to go to a party or something because of the music he started playing on his radio. Not once you were invited to one of those, not even by your own brother. He had hosted parties before, and you were commanded to stay in your room all night. The only time you came out of your room was to the bathroom to pee, and even then you had to wait because people were always making out inside.
You got up from bed, closed the biology book to then set it on your desk, looking over to your library of VHS’s tilting your head to check what to watch tonight. You picked Terms of Endearment and Sixteen Candles. Your collection was full of romance and dramatic movies because it’s just your favorite genre to watch. Same with your books, your favorite being Sense & Sensibility.
Steve left after a few minutes, and you made your way down to start your Friday movie night, and tomorrow will be the same, next weekend too. You should get more movies, you are on a roll of rewatching stuff by now. But it was at this moment, when you put the cassette into your player, and you finally sat down and started watching Sixteen Candles that it all simply fell apart.
Your rough facade crumbles down as you see the romance of the characters on screen, the friendship that is displayed in these movies, late calls with friends, kicking your feet because the guy you liked kissed you, or even called you to spend time with you. You stare absentmindedly at the screen as you see the kissing scene finally happening and your fingertips brush over your lips, just softly, tracing the shape of them.
After a few hours Steve finally returns home, completely sober and cursing under his breath. He sees the light of the living room turned on and some blue light shining on. He walked inside to find you asleep on the couch with the TV still on. He sighed, walking over to turn it off but then his eyes looked at your form, making his face completely fall down.
He bent over your figure to see the dried tears on your cheeks, falling down onto the couch. He looked over to the coffee table to look at what you were watching, getting hold of the case. You watch the same movie every Friday night… And every Saturday night. He rubbed his mouth with a frown to his face as he looked back at your frame. And he always repeats the same action every Friday night and every Saturday night.
He stands up to grab the blanket that’s over the couch to put it over your body, and with tears in his eyes he bends over to press a soft kiss at the top of your head with a quiet whisper that he always repeats and that you never hear, not that you would believe him anyway.
“I’m sorry.”
Monday came way faster than you expected, and the morning was even quicker. Your parents were still away on their business trip, but Steve and you knew they were just out on vacation by themselves. Why have children when you just push them aside?
You take out the lunch bag with your sandwiches in it, and you walk out of the school doors and into the football field which was deserted because it was lunch time, so it always gave you the best opportunity to head behind the bleachers to have some peaceful time for yourself, and that was until you almost dropped your bag as you screamed and flinched when you saw someone already there who snapped his head back at you.
Billy Hargrove.
Your breathing was heavy and your eyes were still trying to focus from the scare but as soon as they did you realized that Billy’s eyes were filled with tears, one or two might have escaped because you could see the glistening trail that they left behind on his cheeks. You were trying to talk to him, but then his eyebrows furrowed together, a tight angry look on his face.
“The fuck you looking at Harrington?” You flinched back at that, annoyance switching inside of you instead of fear. This guy was crying and has the audacity to sound threatening?
“Oh, right, sorry, it’s just seeing Billy Hargrove actually having feelings is a sight.” His eyes snapped wide at your response, surprise crossing his features while he stared at you this time. “Who’s staring now?”
“Oh, right, sorry, it’s just that hearing you fucking talk for once is a sight.” You were taken aback by his response, mimicking yours. You sucked on your right cheek in annoyance as he wiped his cheeks away.
“Well, off you go.” He snaps his head at you, a frown on his features to then letting a smirk spread on his lips.
“I came here first. You go.” You scoff at that, shaking your head at him.
“No, I always come here at lunchtime, it’s my place.”
“Well, that’s lonely as fuck.” You know that. You fucking know that, he doesn’t need to say it to your face, not the heartthrob of the school. Before your heart could turn in pain you nod at him.
“Fine, take it for today.” You turn to finally walk away. Maybe you can eat at the picnic table in the forest? But sometimes the stoner would go there to deal, and you weren’t judging Munson really, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive.
“Wait.” You stopped on your tracks and slowly turned around to see Billy slumping down on the ground, his back resting against a column of the bleachers while he rested his forearms on his bent knees. “You can stay here if you don’t tell anyone you saw me like this.”
Who would you even tell this to? He might be scared that you would tell Steve about it, but Billy seems to not know you don’t actually have a good relationship with your brother, and you have just one casual friend in this school. You look in between the bleachers and towards the woods and then you look back at Billy, giving a sigh and finally sitting down with your legs crossed.
It was silent between you two, almost uncomfortable but not quite. You were eating your sandwich and you took out a bottle of water out of your bag too. You glanced once at him, and he was looking at the distance, just breathing slowly. You wanted to know what happened to him, because he didn’t seem like the guy that would cry easily. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow up at you.
“Why do you eat here?” He asks and you clear your throat, taking a sip of your water.
“Why were you crying?”
“Touché.” You gave a nod in understanding. You weren’t going to talk to him if he wasn’t going to talk to you. You looked inside your bag to grab onto the other sandwich, and you handed it to him. He looked at it with a frown and then back at you.
“If you’re here it means you didn’t eat. Basketball players need food.” You calmly say to him and he looks down at the sandwich, taking it from your hands, and then taking a bite out of it, grimacing in disgust.
“What the fuck is in this?” He looks down into it and you smirk at him, finishing off your own.
“Mustard and pickle sandwich.”
He ate the sandwich anyway. It was nice to eat lunch with someone for once, even if that person was Billy Hargrove and it would be a one time thing in your life… Though, it wasn’t. Billy was back behind the bleachers almost everyday after that. He wasn’t at all that persona that he was with everyone else with you. The cocky insufferable bastard you knew was all a mask, and you could see it when he told you about how Tammy Thompson tried to hide a fart with her cough in class.
“You’re fucking kidding…” You were giggling, covering your mouth as you both sat in front of one another, and the closeness slowly shrinking as two weeks went by of eating lunch with him.
“I am not, she actually thought it was discreet, but I heard it. Not that I said anything about it, but it was a total boner killer.” You raised an eyebrow at that, swallowing your apple that you were having as dessert.
“What, girls can’t fart Hargrove?” He rolls his eyes at you and then raises his hand to flick your forehead, making you wince and rub the skin he left in a red state.
“I didn’t say that. When you trust someone enough to do it in their face, sure. Not in the middle of class, and much less when you are a chair in front of mine.” At that you let out a laugh, throwing your head back. He chuckled and took a swig of his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side so it wouldn’t hit your face.
“God, I really don’t pay attention to shit like that.” You took another bite of your apple and Billy was still looking at you, clearing his throat, making you look up at him.
“What do you do on Friday nights? I mean, your brother is at every single party but you are nowhere to be found.” He asks you and you feel your cheeks flush slightly at that. You look down at your apple and swallow your bite.
“I often watch movies. Have my own movie nights, sometimes with popcorn, and if I am feeling fancy, S’mores.” You gave him a small smile as you took another sip of water but Billy was still looking at you with a frown to his eyebrows.
“By yourself?” And you suddenly felt embarrassment washing over you. How pathetic were you? He is a guy that has every student in this school eating at the palm of his hand, plans of going out somewhere almost everyday, a date every single night, and you just watched movies and read books for company.
“I– I have to go.” You suddenly blurt out, standing up abruptly to then wipe your jeans from the dirt of the floor. Billy was following suit, doing the same thing, and about to stop you, but you were already walking away. You didn’t need the reminder of how stupid all of your life sounded. You didn’t need it from him. You were always reminded of it by your father, saying that you should be more like his son. Your mother says that at her age she already dated someone and had tons of friends. Steve showing off his new relationship and friends to you, keeping you in the shadows from everyone.
You didn’t need more reminders.
So when you got home, and realized Steve was already out of sight, probably at Heather’s party, you took your time to shower, put on some comfy sweatpants, a white t-shirt and a gray hoodie, and you grabbed your movies and went downstairs. Maybe they will cheer you up from all the stuff that has happened with Billy today. It’s stupid, you both don’t talk to each other all day, yet at lunch you just talk non-stop.
Sweet popcorn was today’s choice and you were already salivating at the smell of it all. Once it was done you put it in a bowl and headed over to the living room, turning the TV on, and putting Pretty in Pink in your VHS. Steve must be getting drunk with his friends by now, dancing to Roxette or something like that. You popped a single popcorn in your mouth and you were about to press play but you were interrupted when glass knocking was heard from the sliding door to the garden.
You jumped up in fear, eyes widened as you quickly turned your head and saw Billy fucking Hargrove outside the doors. You blinked once, twice, three times. Wasn’t he at Heather’s party too? You stood up from your seat, blushing at your attire but he already saw you in it, no time to actually go change. You fixed your glasses at the bridge of your nose as you walked towards the doors to finally unlock them and open a side for him.
“What the fuck are you doing here Billy!” You almost screamed at him, but he raised his hands up in a surrender mode and chuckled at you.
“By that yelling I am assuming your parents are still gone. Let me in, I’m fucking freezing.” He walks past you and you scoff at the nerve of this man. You close the door and you see him looking around with his hands inside his black leather jacket. Your eyes trailed downwards for a second, taking in how tight his pants were, but you snapped out of it, walking around him so that you were facing him.
“What are you doing here?” You ask again and he simply shrugs, still looking all around your house.
“Party was lame as shit, and you said there was a movie night here tonight. That seemed far more interesting than Tommy trying to do a keg stand and falling onto it, breaking his nose.” He walks to the couch, sitting down on it and he immediately grabs the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table. Your mouth hangs open again at this, going to the couch and sitting down next to him.
“You– I don’t need your pity.” You say to him, looking down at your hands as you played with the hem of the sleeves of your hoodie. He chuckles at that and shakes his head.
“Sweetheart, I don’t pity anyone. The party was really fucking boring.” He takes a popcorn in his mouth and he hums at the sweetness. You raise an eyebrow to look at him. You never thought Billy Hargrove would be on the sweet side of stuff. “So, what are we watching?”
A smirk formed on your lips. He was gonna fucking hate it, that’s what he gets for barging in your house.
Yet–
“I fucking hated Duckie.” You were wide eyed at him. He had paid complete attention to the movie, even giving small commentary that he really liked the fact that the girl stood up for herself. He turns to look at you, a frown coming to his eyebrows. “What?”
“I just… I didn’t think you like this genre of movies.” You reply to him, a little bit nervous for some reason and he smiles at you and then looks back at the screen.
“I never watched one of these. They have a lot of plot, and they’re interesting.” Your eyes sparkled in excitement and you grabbed his shoulder, which made him look at you alarmingly.
“You’re in for a ride.”
Billy came back again the next day, taking the chance that Steve was out at Nancy’s for the night. He then sneaked into your room while Steve slept and you played Grease on your small TV and VHS that were on top of your dresser. He actually enjoyed it, but despised it because it was a musical. The next time, he actually came through the front door, and you both finally watched Sixteen Candles together. Now, Saturday Night, Steve was at Nancy’s for a family dinner and Billy was taking out two beers from the six pack he came with.
“I don’t drink…” You say to him and he raises an eyebrow up at you.
“Daily or weekly, but you have tried alcohol. One beer is not going to kill you Sweetheart.” You nodded at that and you grabbed onto the can, sitting back down on the couch. You opened it as Billy walked towards you and plopped down with a huff, already taking a swig out of his can. You grimaced at yours and you took a tentative sip, lowering the can to look at him, completely disgusted by the taste and he simply threw his head back in laughter.
“Disgusting.” You say to him and he shrugs at you, sending a smile your way.
“It’s an acquired taste baby, you just keep drinking it, if you feel fuzzy you can leave it.” You felt your heart accelerate at him, feeling the butterflies exploding in your stomach. You didn’t know when your relationship with Billy took a turn for the better, but he actually sends a smile your way this time when walking down the halls, he sometimes greets you when you pass by him in the hallways, like he is not making it seem like he doesn’t know you.
So it was hard not to fall for him. It was undeniable at this point, and even if he was strong and mean, and an ultimate bully to everyone else, he comes here to your house, watches romantic comedies with you, eats popcorn with you, and you two talk about nonsense all evening. Nobody knows about this, and you’re happy to have this secret between the two of you. You can live in the fantasy a little bit longer.
“What did you bring?” You look at the cassette he got and you look at the front of it. You grimaced again and showed it to him. “The terminator?”
“Classic sweetheart, it’s an action movie, you gotta expand your movie knowledge a bit.” You didn’t want to complain, it was the first time Billy suggested to watch something he likes, and in reality you were interested in knowing it, and hopefully like it the way he does.
News flash, you didn’t like it.
“Why are there so many guns?! It's unnecessary!” You complain, your beer gone and you do feel a little fuzzy but not too much. You just felt giddy. He laughed at your side and shook his head as he drank his second can.
“That’s what action movies are, baby, they are irrational, little to nothing of plot, and shooting everywhere.” He says and you sigh at that, shaking your head. The room filled with silence as Billy looked forward, his smile slowly disappearing. “You know why I come here often?”
You straightened at that, blinked with confusion as you turned to look at him. You frowned when you saw how serious he got, just out of nowhere, and your belly turned for him, not in a romantic way, but more of a worry kind of nervousness.
“Because parties now bore you?” You ask him and he gives you one chuckle and then shakes his head, resting it on the backrest of the couch, looking at the ceiling.
“You help me distract myself.” He took a deep breath in as you kept looking at him and you knew it was something he was having a hard time talking about. “The day you saw me crying… I was actually afraid.”
“What?”
“My father… Let’s just say he has– a rough hand. Any slip up I make, I just get a punch out of it… I’m just so angry all the time, so unlike my fucking self and who I actually am when I am at school. I just let out my anger towards people, because I cannot take it out on my own father.” You could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and you knew he was trying to choke back tears as he talked. Your heart just knotted at seeing him like this, feeling helpless, not knowing what to actually tell him.
“Billy–”
“And you… I tried to be mean to you… And you actually had the guts that no one had at this school yet. Talk back to me.” His head turned to finally look at you again and your eyes burned at his confession. “I couldn’t be mean to you… With you I can— I can be calm, watch a movie, talk about how creepy that Creel house is and how we should sabotage it– I mean, the only thing I talk with the people from school? Chicks, sex, cars, alcohol.”
You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips, turning your whole body to face him, your legs coming to rest on top of the couch too, bending them and resting your side on the backrest.
“Well, I am glad I could help in some way… My house is always open for you Billy.” His eyes were just staring into yours now, the only thing being heard in the room were your breaths, until he finally talked.
“Can I kiss you?”
What?
There is no possible way you heard that from him. This is a dream, it has to be a dream. There is no way Billy Hargrove, your now friend, your crush, the guy you like has asked to actually kiss you. This only happens in movies, in books, and it never happens in real life, at least, not to you.
“W-Why would you want to kiss me?” And Billy’s features turned into saddened ones at your words. Don’t you realize how beautiful you are? He straightened up on the couch, his body turning to face you as well as both of your hearts jumped out of your chest.
“Why wouldn’t I want to kiss you?” was his short answer. Your belly turned in pure nervousness now as your body grew a cold sweat. You never kissed anyone, and Billy seemed to know how to do it, and you were just too inexperienced. A flush came over all of your body as you fixed the glasses on the bridge of your nose and you looked down to avoid his gaze.
“I– I never–” You gulped, not being able to finish the phrase from how stupid it sounded. A warm hand was pressed on your cheek, making you lift your head up to look at him again, and you didn’t realize how close he got to you, his blue eyes staring into yours.
“I ask you again… Can I kiss you?” And you finally give him a nod. You weren’t going to miss this chance, not for one second. He still wants to kiss you despite you not knowing what you were getting yourself into. He smiled at you and grabbed onto your glasses, pulling them off your face and setting them on the coffee table. “They were just going to get in the way.”
You took a shaky breath in, his hand still on your cheek as he slowly leaned down towards you. You closed your eyes and his remained open to remember your features as he finally does what he has been wanting to do for the past weeks. At first it was a simple attraction of course, but he knew it was more than that, and he was scared as shit about it… But he never wanted someone as much as he’s been wanting you.
His lips connected with yours in a soft peck, brief, and you let a breath go out of your lips, only for another peck to land. Then another, then another that lingered there a bit more, and then the next one he just stayed there, and suddenly started moving his lips, guiding you as your heartbeat made you deaf in your ears. How do people do this and not faint at the spot?
The lip smacking was heard in the room as your hands finally were brave enough to travel, one scanning his bicep, the other one moving towards the back of his neck, feeling his skin under your fingertips. His free hand landed on your waist, not pressing too hard so that you know that he is being mindful of you. At this point, Billy would already be inside someone, satisfying his needs, but with you… He wasn’t going to do that, at least not now, not yet, and that is if you let him.
He wants to take care of you.
He pulled away for a second, his lips touching yours still as your breathing mixed with one another’s in soft pants. You were feeling as if you were burning all over, not knowing what was happening with you. You never felt like this before, and maybe it has to do with the fact that not only was Billy good looking, but you also feel more than just friendship for him.
“You okay?” You nod frantically at him, wanting more, giving him a peck on the lips making him chuckle in a low tone. “Sorry baby, but I need more.”
He suddenly pushed you back on the couch, crawling over you and you didn’t even think, you just wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he kept his bottom half away from yours, even if it pained him on his thighs from the strength he was doing to keep himself up. His lips connected with yours again, rougher this time, more desperate, the kiss suddenly turning into a very heated one as he suddenly licks your bottom lip a few times.
The butterflies in your belly explode as you open your mouth and his tongue finally slides in. You gasp at the feeling, your hands finding his biceps through his blouse, and you felt his chain hitting your neck at every movement. One hand was still gripping on your waist, while the other remained at your nape, pulling you deeper into the kiss.
You really can’t believe this is happening, not to you, not with Billy, it doesn’t make sense that he looked your way, it doesn’t make sense that he actually wants to kiss you, not when he has Heather on his tail all the time, or Carol even if she is dating Tommy. Or Janet. You always hear them talking about him in the bathroom, always planning their move on him, and this feels you with a sense of power, with a sense of accomplishment and pride in yourself.
Your hands ran through his hair and he groaned into the kiss, and that ignited so many things inside of you that you never felt in your life, and you wanted to hear more of it. Billy was trying his best to keep himself in a hovering position with you, but he was finding it harder and harder to do so. He can’t go on, at least not today when it was your first kiss. He didn’t want to scare you, even if your urges were the same as his, because he could feel your need to pull him even closer.
The door suddenly clicked and both of your eyes snapped wide open, pulling away, looking at one another, panting heavily. Best scenario, it's your parents, and they would be thrilled that you actually, and finally, have someone over at your house… Now, worst case scenario–
“What the ACTUAL FUCK?!” You both sat up on the couch to look over at Steve, who was standing there in the living room, wide eyed, and his face reddened bit by bit. Shit.
“Steve–” You started talking but he raised his hand at you, to then point a finger at Billy.
“Get the fuck off my sister.” You wanted to roll your eyes at this, because why is he acting all protective now? You finally got some action in your fucking life and he wants to take it away from you.
“I don’t think she wants me to leave.” Billy dares to say, glaring at your brother who took a look at the coffee table, seeing the cans of beer. His mind started racing, and Billy followed his gaze, his mouth opening to talk but Steve was running up the stairs already. Your eyes widened and you pushed Billy off, standing up quickly and urging him to do the same.
“You have to leave!” You were trying to push Billy towards the front door but his feet were still planted against the floor with a frown to his face, and your head snapped to the stairs to see Steve running back down with his baseball bat in his hands. Billy’s eyes widen when Steve starts to approach him with a swinging motion.
“Taking fucking advantage of my sister is something I won’t take from you Hargrove, so get the fuck out of my house before I crush your skull in!”
“Shit, Harrington– Fucking listen for a second–” Steve’s baseball bat hits the backrest of the couch, and you could see the dent of the wooden under it that he created. Billy ripped himself off you and gave you a look as if asking if you were okay.
“I’ll talk to him, you go.” You tell him and he gulps, looking back at Steve with a threatening look on his face which Steve only scoffed at.
“I’ll talk to you later.” Billy says with a small squeeze to your hand as he walks out of the house, passing by Steve. Your brother follows him to the front door and he doesn’t walk back inside until Billy drives away with his Camaro. After the roaring engine can be heard in the distance, Steve slams the door shut, throwing the bat at the floor and stomping back into the living room where you were standing there with a glare on your eyes as if you were about to kill him.
“When I saw his fucking car out in front of the house I thought it was a stupid coincidence, and I come in here to see you about to have sex with the sluttiest man in the goddamn school! What are you thinking!?” You frown in anger at that, stepping towards him.
“I am his friend! I wasn’t going to have sex with him, and he wasn’t taking fucking advantage of me! I drank ONE beer, ONE!” You yell back at him and he fake laughs as he runs his hand over his face.
“The first time you have a guy in this house, and it is Billy FUCKING Hargrove. The one guy that I am fighting with for Captain at our basketball team, the one guy that gives me the hardest fucking time of my life at the moment, and you want me to just accept that he wants to be with you because he WANTS TO?” Your chest hurt at those words, your own coming out in soft stutters at Steve’s blind rage.
“He even asked me if I wanted to, and I said yes–”
“God, you cannot be this fucking stupid! He hates me, makes my life a living hell, and you seriously think that he is a nice guy!? You really think there is no ulterior motive!?” He yelled at you and his words were stabbing you in every part of your body, your head already spinning from how harsh he was being with you.
“Why? Is it impossible that he actually wants to be with me?” You try to say loudly at him, even if your fingers start to feel numb. He scoffed at that, looking at you.
“Yes, and I don’t think you are dumb enough to not see that.” He was referring to so many other things, and it was regarding Billy’s persona, in Billy’s actions, in his rivalry with him… And when he saw your tear rolling down your face, his anger evaporated as if water was being thrown at him.
“Okay…” Was your defeated response. You turned around to retrieve your glasses from your coffee table and Steve winced, clenching his eyes tightly together as pain rushed through his body.
“That wasn’t what I meant– Hey, listen to me, I really didn’t mean it to sound like that–” But you weren’t listening, putting the cassettes back into their cases and turning off the TV. You grabbed them and walked past him, going up into your room. Steve stood there, knowing he hurt you once again, not knowing what to do but run a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath as he started pacing back and forth.
He didn’t mean it to sound like no guy would want you, he didn’t mean it at all like that, yet the words coming out of his mouth betrayed him, completely. He doesn’t know how to make it up to you, because if he had given you the chance to go to the parties with him when you asked in your freshman year, many times, and told you yes instead of no, you would have more experiences, you might even have friends. If only he had let you come out of your room at his own parties when you asked him, almost begged him to let you participate, but he declined each time. Then in your sophomore year, you didn’t ask anymore, just accepted that he wasn’t going to tell you anymore about them, and you automatically locked the door whenever he hosted a party.
This year, he tried to invite you, many times. You always declined. You didn’t even want to eat dinner with him, and he knows you want to leave the house as soon as possible thanks to him. Even with your parents. For the past two years he had been so blind because of his father’s approval and the one of all the students in Hawkins High that he didn’t notice how your parents didn’t ask you stuff at dinner. All questions were always directed to him. He noticed this year, and he tried to tell them you had nailed your exams, and the only thing you got from your father was ‘As she should.’
He was the cause of who you were now. Not at all the bubbly and animated girl that asked him to raise her up like an airplane in their backyard, not at all the small girl that put makeup on him pretending she was a stylist, not at all the middle school girl that got excited to see him whenever she got home from school to tell him about what she learned that day.
He walked up the stairs and raised his hand to knock on your door, only to hear soft sobs on the other side, muffled. He wonders if you had also cried when he denied you all those times. He doesn’t know how to even make it up to you. He doesn’t know if he even can.
So the next day, when you didn’t come out of your room, he let you have your alone time. Now on Monday he tried knocking on your door, only to receive the notice that you felt sick. He tried walking in but your door was completely locked. His eyebrows twitched and his mind had come up with a plan. A plan he will terribly hate. A plan that might end up badly for him. But it’s what he deserves for what he did to you.
Billy looked everywhere for you, and even asked Barbara Holland where you could be. She told him that she hadn’t seen her at Science that day either, so his best guess was that you had skipped school. His jaw clenched when he asked other people about you and some of them didn’t even know what you looked like. He waited for the bell to ring, and he was going to tumble Steve down if he had to in order to see you. He didn’t care.
But when he walked out of the school doors to rush to his Camaro, he was surprised to see Steve Harrington sitting on his trunk with his arms crossed. Billy’s eyes hardened at the sight, walking towards him, tilting his head in question at the brown haired boy who was looking at Billy with a mix of emotions behind his eyes.
“Harrington. Get off my fucking car.” He says and Steve gulps as he looks to the side.
“I fucked up.” At that Billy’s eyebrows turned into a frown, but his fists started clenching as Steve kept talking, telling him everything, everything he did to you, and what he had said to you that night when Billy left.
While this was happening, you were combing your hair after the shower you took while sitting on your bed. You had taken a shower because you were greasy from yesterday already, and you really didn't want to get up, but you didn’t have a choice. Ever since Steve said that, you didn’t have the guts to actually call Billy because at some far away place in your mind, it made sense.
You were invisible, and suddenly you were noticed? It doesn’t sound real.
So maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it really was to get into your pants to mess with your brother, and that was honestly the most reasonable explanation for it. You frowned when you heard the door open downstairs, your door was left open so you could hear some drawers being open, to then hear steps coming up the stairs. Your eyes widened when you saw Steve slamming himself against the door frame of your room.
His eye was completely inflamed from a punch received to the face, his nose was bleeding and he was holding some ice covered in a rug to soak the blood in it. From what you could see, his lip was busted as well and his breathing was coming out of his mouth, almost in a pant.
“Steve, what happened?” Even in your hatred for him, seeing him this way made your heart fill with worry, pushing all of the other feelings aside. You were about to rise from the bed until Steve raised his hand up at you.
“I deserved it.” He looked towards the hallway and your eyes widened when you saw Billy coming into view, a pack of frozen peas on his right hand, his eyes glaring at Steve as he passed by him and into your room. His eyes turned to yours and you couldn’t help but look up at him, completely stunned. Steve groans and closes the door for you two as he heads downstairs.
“What… Did you…?” You stutter as you sit back on your bed, seeing Billy’s injured hand as he sat on your bed too, nodding as he looked at you.
“I sure as hell did. Fucker deserved it. He told me everything, from the very beginning, and also what he said to you on Saturday night right after I left.” You feel your face flush with embarrassment and you look down at your hands again. You are not understanding what is going on, nor why Steve would go and tell your life story to Billy. “Though I have to say… Your brother does care for you.” You scoff at that.
“Right. Like he cared for me the past two years.” You reply with venom in your voice and you feel Billy scoot closer to you.
“He knows. He knows what he did to you. Your freshman year was the punch on the eye, your sophomore year was on his lip… And what he said on Saturday was the one on the nose.” He lets out a chuckle and you feel mixed emotions to that. You were happy that he defended your honor, but Steve was still your brother and you didn’t want physical harm to come to him.
“Don’t punch him again… Please.” You slowly looked up at Billy and his blue eyes were already looking at you. Your heart rate picked up the longer he stared at you.
“Do you really believe what he said to you that night?” He asks you, a small worried tone behind his voice. You feel yourself gulp and you look away in embarrassment or nervousness, you no longer know.
“I– After years of feeling this way, it was a very possible scenario.” You say to him in a low voice, your fingers playing with each other. You see him put the bag of peas away, and his hands look for yours. You look down to see his right hand completely bruised up, some skin completely chipped off on his knuckles. You gasp at that and his hold gets stronger on you, making you look up at him. He was closer now, making your breathing get stuck in your throat.
“How can I prove to you that I want you? How can I prove to you that I like you, that I like you very much that I drive myself insane with this fucking feeling, because god knows I am not good with relationships…” For the first time you see a blush come to his cheeks, and his gaze looks down at your connected hands, like how you do when you get nervous. “But I wanna try that with you.”
Your heart leapt out of your mouth almost, not truly believing what was happening, but the bruised knuckles made it more real, the blush on his cheeks made you realize it was no dream at all. This man in front of you wants you, despite it all, and you both have so many broken pieces to pick up inside one another, but you figure that you can help each other. You can mend his heart back, as he can mend yours.
“I think… The first step would be a date…” You say to him almost in a whisper and he chuckles as he looks up at you. He squints slightly at that as if in thought as your smile grows on your face while looking at him.
“I have an idea for it. I think they are showcasing the new Rambo movie.” He says to you with a smirk to his face and your mouth fell open at that, shaking your head.
“I am not watching an action movie on our first date!” He chuckles at that, his face coming closer to yours slowly, and you feel magnetized to him as you both leaned into one another.
“Oh, I bet you prefer the one where the bad boy goes for the intelligent and perfect girl, that genre, right?” You squint at him, pretending to be offended by his words.
“Don’t act like you don’t like those movies Hargrove.” At that he chuckles, his left hand snaking to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him, a soft breath hitting your lips as he talks.
“I might have a thing for romance.” His lips touched yours again, and you smiled through the kiss, your own hands resting on the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, to taste him even better. Your lips moved along with his, taking in eachother’s breaths, bodies coming closer at each second.
“Don’t fuck my sister, I draw the line there. Not today, not with me here.” You both heard Steve’s voice behind the door, making Billy groan in annoyance and pull away from you to glare at the door as the steps could be heard and another door closes down the hallway.
“I am punching him again.” Billy says and you were glaring at the door too.
“My turn.”
A/N: Well shit, I hope you enjoyed. IT TURNED OUT TO BE A ONE SHOT.
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Morning Sun
Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Reader
Summary : Waking up beside Billy was one of your favorite things in the entire world, especially the way his skin looked in the morning sun.
Warnings : Suggestive comments, swearing, brief mention of Billy having to protect himself from Neil
Word count : 704
A/N : It's nearly midnight, I have classes in seven-ish hours but I feel bad after not writing and publishing for a few days.
The birds woke you up along with someone's dad mowing their yard and children screaming in the cul-de-sac of Cherry Lane. The Mayfield-Hargrove family was all out of town besides Billy, left behind to watch the house. You gently rolled over because Billy was a light sleeper, he had to be when Neil was around, and you didn't want to wake him.
Billy laid on his stomach, his limbs strewn about in the small bed, one leg hanging off the bed, one of his pillows on the bedside table near his lamp. The sun lit up the room and hit Billy's skin as you traced his soft back muscles before he clenched his fists, flexing the muscles as he noisily stretched, his back cracking in a few spots along with his shoulders.
He made a soft sound and nuzzled into the one pillow that remained on his side of his bed. "Where'd my pillow go," he asked as his words slurred. You laughed and leaned over him to grab his pillow. "Lift your head." He lifted his head and you placed the pillow under him, moving his hair so he wouldn't pull it before he laid his head back down. He rolled over to look at you, his eyes hazy, sleep still heavy in them and he lovingly smiled at you, placing his warm palm on your cheek.
"You been awake long?" You shook your head, "Three minutes at most." He nodded and lifted his left arm, inviting you to lay close to him and you smiled before scooting to him as you cuddled up to him, throwing your leg over his waist. He kissed the top of your head and you smiled and placed a kiss to his chest as you ran the pads of your fingers down his back, gently rubbing.
He hummed and yawned loudly and obnoxiously. "Was that necessary," you asked as he loudly smacked his lips and he chuckled, making your head slightly move with his chest. "Very," he said in response before intertwining your fingers together and bringing your hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on each knuckle.
He looked at the clock on his wall and groaned. "It's not even eight yet and those fucking kids are already screaming." You laughed at him and he looked at you, glaring as best as he could with heavy eyes. "Well, we'd be well rested if it wasn't for someone's late night antics." Billy smirked as he remembered the activities from the night before that went well in the early AM.
"No regrets." You both laughed as you tightened your leg around his waist before he rolled the two of you over so he was on his back. You ran your fingers through his slightly tangled hair as he hummed, his eyes shutting. "You tangled it." You laughed as your eyes rolled. "You kept telling me to pull it, it was bound to get tangled." His eyes fluttered open before he smirked and you knew he was going to make a witty comment. "We got tangled together last night." He chuckled and you kept a straight face and he tickled your side, "Oh come on, you know that was funny." You grimaced slightly, "Baby, that was the worst joke ever." You both laughed and you put your head on his chest, playing with his necklace.
"I like this," Billy softly said, "it feels so natural just basking in whatever the fuck this is." You laughed, knowing exactly what he was trying to say as you nodded. "I know what you mean." He nodded and found your hand once more as he held it again, gently lifting it up to see the linked bracelet with his initial on it along with a lifeguard float, something he gifted you not too long ago.
"I love you." You smiled up at him and kissed his jaw, light stubble on it that gently scratched you. "I love you too, B." He smiled and kissed your forehead before loudly yawning again. "I need more sleep." You hummed, your own eyes shutting as you felt his warmth radiating onto you. "Me too." He softly laughed and held you tighter before the two of you fell asleep to the sounds outside.
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Insecure Summer ~Billy Hargrove~
Description: The reader is insecure about her body, she's at the pool and some girls decide to make her feel worse and Billy is there to help in the aftermath.
Warnings: Swearing, hints that the reader is a virgin, angst, fluff, soft Billy, insecurities such as stretch marks and scarring from eczema, she/her pronouns, mean girls
Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of View
Word Count: 1,920
First Person's POV
I had my cover-up over my bikini, I didn't like swimming around lots of people, and I didn't like being stared at in judgement by the mums and the teens who either judged or hunted for a bang. I sat on the edge of the pool where there weren't many people, swaying my feet in the water, ignoring the laughs of the children and the scolds of the mothers. It was too hot, and the concrete was burning my skin but it was better than needing to swim around in the water with everyone pushed up against each other like it was some teen party. I also wasn't comfortable with my body, so having to be around all these people did not make me happy. The lifeguards had recently swapped, so it was no longer Heather on the job but 'bad boy' Hargrove.
Obviously, the mothers checked him out, usually, he'd give them a flirtatious reply but he only gave them a devilish smile. His eyes were solely focused on me and I didn't like that. I've never seen him so dedicated to someone, especially someone that was like me. Billy crouched down beside me and hummed slightly, I glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, the back of my legs becoming numb due to the burning sensation.
"Hey, there, why aren't you in the pool? Doll?"
"I just don't want to be," I whispered, freezing as I felt his fingertips graze across my arm, his sunglasses fell off his eyes and a chuckle escaped his lips. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, he rested a hand on my back and gave me a peculiar look.
"I think there's a different reason." He whispered, ignoring the girls that swum up closer to him, pushing up their breasts in the hope that it would get his attention. Billy was too focused on me for now, no one was walking around and little kids were being held up by their parents.
"It's nothing to worry about," I promised, the boy scoffed slightly and he sat down beside me, I glanced back at him to see what he wanted to know.
"I'll be sitting in that stand, I want you to tell me when you're ready."
"Okay, Billy," I whispered, smiling slightly as he squeezed my shoulder before he left, I kicked my feet in the water softly humming gently and laughing to myself as Billy yelled at some kid. He seemed perfectly content with himself as he sat in the stand and eyed everyone. Billy's lips curled into a friendly smile as he realised I was looking at him, I blushed slightly as I watched him chuckle to himself as he caught onto my reaction. Billy and I had a very strong friendship, he wasn't the asshole he was with everyone else and he relied on me and I could rely on him. I pushed myself off the concrete, politely excusing myself as I pushed through the crowds of people.
I walked into the girl's locker rooms, reapplied my sunscreen and I stared at myself in the mirror, my upper arms and back were covered in scars from scratching due to eczema and I didn't like people picking it. Because they did, then there were stretch marks on my hips and thighs. I liked swimming, but I hated being so exposed to heartless people. I stared at the girls that walked in, each of them giving me a bitchy snarl, I went to walk out but they blocked the entrance and gave each other evil smirks.
"Look at her, what the fuck is that on your back!"
"Ewww! It's on her arms as well." I stared at one as she took my cover-up and then lit it with a lighter. I glared at the girl, not making any move to get it back.
"Are those tears?" The giggling emerged from their lips, and then a girl walked closer and stared at my legs.
"Stretch marks as well, please, it's like you're asking to never be fucked."
"But still, she's a prude, they have wants and needs. But what guy is going to want to touch this? This body of vile, a body that will be a fuck and leave."
"Come on, you're gonna have to spread those legs soon, we better spread the memo to the guys to take a blindfold for when they fuck. I mean if you look at the facts, we're all a piece to look at and then there's you. The ugliest girl in Hawkins, no fucking way will you be with someone who wants to look at your body while you're doing it. The ugliest girl is here, before us, crying and revealing an untouchable body." I pushed past the girls, speed walking to get my bag, this was why I wouldn't be seen often at the pool, my insecurities were picked up on and it made me feel like shit.
My eyes were blurry due to my tears, I crashed into someone, which caused a gasp to escape my lips as I felt my feet slip from underneath me. Whoever I crashed grabbed onto me before I slipped, holding onto me tightly by my wrists. I stared at the person in shock, my lip quivering as I felt my emotions take control and stared at Billy in embarrassment.
"Darling, what happened? Who hurt you?" He immediately asked once he saw my face, I shook my head, pushing away from him and gathered my items.
"Y/N" He whispered gently, taking my hand before I could walk away, I didn't like crying in front of people and I didn't like that people were staring at me.
"Billy, it's fine, don't worry," I begged, pleading with my eyes, he nodded cautiously and slowly let go of my arm. I pushed past him, walking past people as they moved in odd patterns of standing in my way. A scream escaped my mouth as I was pushed into the pool, and my arm scraped across the concrete as I landed in the water. I gasped as I broke the service, unable to touch the ground, my shoulders and above poking out. I was short, so I couldn't be in the deep end of a pool. Billy jumped in almost instantly, holding onto me as I caught my breath from my little freakout.
"Shh, I got you, just wait by the bathroom, I'll be there in a second." He whispered into my ear, rubbing my back gently, I nodded and used his help to get out of the pool. I ignored everyone and walked over to where he said. I jumped as I heard him yell at the teens, getting up close to them all in a threatening way. Billy told Heather to keep watch as he walked over to me, holding my things in his arms, he took my hand and led me to the men's locker room and shouted to the open space.
"Hey! Everyone out, get the fuck out now!" He shouted, scaring everyone into a scrambling mess. After everyone got out, he placed a sign at the front of the entrance to say the bathrooms were closed and then sat down by me. He threw a clean towel over my shoulders, drying my face with it as he rested the towel on my shoulders and gave a small grin.
"Thanks, Billy," I whispered, longing for his touch as he let go of my hand. He walked to the wall, took the first-aid kit down and sat back with me. He started treating the wound, making sure to be careful as he cleaned and dealt with the blood.
"What happened? Who's made you cry?" I frowned at his question, he cupped my face in his hands and gave me a gentle smile.
"Just some girls, they played on my insecurities and shit. Telling me I'm ugly, that my scars and stretch marks are hideous and that no guy would want to be with me or fuck me and if they did, they shouldn't look at me while we did it. That I should just hurry up and spread my legs, so I'm not a prude anymore and that I'm a 'fuck and leave' kind of her girl." I whispered to him, sniffling as I tried to hold my emotions back once more. Billy pulled me into his chest, hugging me in a tight yet soft way. I blushed slightly as Billy kissed my forehead and then looked into my eyes.
"Well, those bitches don't know what they're talking about. You, darling, are perfect. You have a gorgeous body more girls should be happy with having a body like yours. You are not a 'fuck and leave' kind of girl. I think any guy would be lucky to have you and I promise you, I will hurt anyone and everyone who makes you feel this way. Y/N I really hope that whoever is your first, treats you right, these insecurities of yours, they're nothing to be insecure about, they're sexy…" I giggled at his last words, hugging Billy once again and blushed as he continued to whisper in my ear.
"They show that you're real, that you went through a cycle of life, Y/N please don't believe anything these people say, they are not true. You are infinitely perfect, I will always believe that and I hope you will too." Billy dried my tears, giving me a reassuring smile and then took my hands, pulling me up as he went to his locker. He handed me a set of my clothes, I looked at him confused, then smiled at his words.
"I got Heather to get your things from your locker, you can put your wet things in mine until they dry." I hugged Billy again, relaxing with the idea of having Billy at my side.
"Thank you, Billy," I whispered, he chuckled, nodding and pointed somewhere for me to change. I dried off, changing my clothes, being careful around the large bandaid that Billy placed on the obnoxious graze. I carried my items back to Billy, he smiled at me and placed my things in it.
"I want to take you on a date." I heard him whisper, as he turned back around to face me, I grinned at his words and nodded a little stunned, to say the least, Billy grinned happily, picked me up and spun me around. Billy took a hair tie off my wrist once he placed me down, he quickly did my hair in a surprisingly neat plait. Billy handed me his whistle, winking at my confused look.
"Blow the whistle whenever you see a girl who said that stuff to you and I'll give them a permanent band from here."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Always."
And so, as we walked out, I pointed out every girl who made me feel shitty today and Billy gave them a permanent band for the pool. He even let me sit in his lifeguard chair, as he stood at the base to keep watch over everybody. Billy spoke with me about the date he already had planned, clearly leaving out some details for a surprise.
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Healing Touch (Billy Hargrove x Reader)
Summary: Billy could always come to you after his dad got to him. He could always find safety in your arms. And could always let his tough demeanor down for you.
Warnings: strong language, mentions of abuse, mentions of blood, fluff, a short little fic
Word Count: 1,150
Request: Fic for Billy when you comfort him and cleanup his busted lip after his dad gets on his case for not being a good brother to Max, but really he’s just misunderstood. He gets all mushy and wants to start giving you small little pecks on your lips once you clean him up and you tease him because you notice he’s not the mean tough guy he fronts to be; but he’s only a softy for you.
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The tik-tik-tik on your window pulls your attention away from your study books in your lap. After the next three stones hit your window, you jump off your bed, knowing exactly who it is. It’s Billy.
Your heart sinks in your chest because he only ever tries to sneak into your room if he doesn’t want your parents to see him, meaning that he’s had an altercation with his dad. Billy knows now that he can come to you whenever that happens. He found his safe place with you where you wouldn’t ask any questions. You would just take care of him and try to take his mind off of things. You let him talk whenever he wants to talk.
Opening your window, You see Billy standing in the dark garden under your window. You strain your eyes to try and see what the extent of his injuries are as a way to prepare yourself. But you can see in the dark and he moves to start scaling the side of your house before your eyes can adjust to see in the dark.
Billy’s become somewhat of an expert in climbing up to get to your window. He now does so swiftly and quickly, and you pull him into your bedroom when he reaches you. As he stumbles into your room, you close your window and turn to look at him. But he doesn’t turn around just yet. It makes you scared, hoping that it’s not too bad. You hate seeing him hurt.
“Billy?” you softly whisper, stepping forward and gently resting your hand on his shoulder.
He drops his head between his shoulders, takes a deep breath, and turns around to face you. His cheek is bruised a bit but your biggest concern is his busted-up lip, scabbed with dried blood.
Reaching up to softly touch his unharmed cheek, you nod towards your bed, and he knows what’s going to happen next without you even having to say anything.
As he sits down on your bed, watching you walk off to the bathroom to get the first-aid kit you keep in your vanity cupboard under the sink. Billy shrugs his jacket off his shoulders, his eyes glancing down to the book discarded to the side. He forgot that you wanted to study for a test tonight. That’s why he stayed at home tonight.
And yet, you dropped everything for him the moment he came knocking at your door. Or, throwing stones at your window.
You come back into the room, sit beside Billy, and place the first-aid kit he knows all too well on your lap. As you search for an alcohol swab, he rests his hands on your hips to find comfort in your presence. You place a hand on his cheek, giving him a small smile and start to raise the swab to dab his lip.
Billy’s gotten used to the feeling, so he doesn’t flinch when the swab touches his lip. All he does is lean into your tender touch, his eyes fluttering at how you gently wipe the blood away.
“Max is at Wheeler’s place. My dad thought-”
“Shh,” you cut him off, brushing the curl over his eyebrow to the side just to check that there aren’t any hidden cuts or bruises elsewhere on his face. “It’s kind of difficult to do this when you’re talking.”
He chuckles lightly, watching your hand move to discard the now bloodied swab. While you scratch around for something else in the kit, Billy leans forward to place a kiss on your cheek. The purpose of that was to get you to look at him and when you do, he leans forward to place a peck on your lips.
You lean back as he does, smirking at him, and trying to suppress a laugh. “What are you doing?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at him as he pries your hands away from the kit.
His fingers weave through yours, shifting closer to you. “I can’t show how much I appreciate my girl looking after me?” he asks, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.
“I’m not done yet.”
“I’ll be fine,” he whispers, leaning forward to try and kiss you again.
This time, you let him, smiling brightly as he rests his forehead against yours. He kisses you again, and it’s a quick peck again. You can’t hold back your small laugh. “Well, well, well, it seems that Mr. Tough Guy’s got a bit of a soft side,” you giggle, causing a scoff to leave his lips. “What will everyone think when they find out that Billy Hargrove is a softy for his girl?”
“You better not fucking go tell anyone,” he mutters, his hands reaching up to hold your face in his hands as he places another kiss on your lips. “Only you can see me like this, you hear?” he whispers, another kiss being placed on your lips to stop you from teasing him again.
You know there are two meanings to his sentence. You’re the only one who he’ll allow to see his soft side and you’re the only one who he’ll allow to see after his dad had beaten him up, leaving marks and cuts on him. Even though you appreciate the sentiment, it does break your heart a bit.
You’re the one to kiss him this time, making sure to be careful of the cut on his lip. “I won’t tell anyone. Otherwise, I might have to share you all mushy like this,” you mention.
Billy rolls his eyes at you, pulls away and then falls onto your bed, handing you the study book you had been preoccupied with before he showed up. “Why don’t you read your notes out loud? Maybe I’ll remember something for that test,” he says, laying on his side with his arm propping him up.
You smile, knowing that he doesn’t really care about the test, that he just wants to listen to your voice. It’s the easiest way for him to just zone out and not think about anything. Besides, he loves your voice so he’ll take any chance he can get to hear it for an extended period.
Taking the book from him, you crawl up beside him and sit up straight so that he can rest his head on your chest, allowing your hand to make its way to his hair. You gently slide your fingers through the strands, over and over again as you begin to read your notes out loud, making sure your nails softly scratch his scalp every now and then, earning a satisfied hum from him.
The smile is permanent on your face as you continue to read, knowing that the man who puts up a mean front can be like putty in your hands and has no qualm about being soft in front of you. For you.
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Morning Blue
(Billy Hargrove x Gender-Neutral Reader)
Synopsis: Waking up with Billy.
Warnings: Teasing Billy, suggestive but not NSFW, soft Billy
Word Count: 358
A/N: This is that dream I had last night. You know it's a good dream when you can literally feel it. This could technically be a companion piece to "Sun Daze," but it's not a continuation by any means. And I just had to use my favorite Billy gif.
Billy always wakes up pressed into your back.
His arms secure around your hips and his cheek against yours, not a breadth of air between you.
He starts by brushing his fingertips over your lower back slowly, delicately. And when you don’t stir, he lifts your shirt to draw temptations into your skin.
You shift some, then still.
He reaches as far as he can, head tilting down, and traces your upper spine to the back of your neck with the tip of his tongue. Softly, teasingly. Wet and warm. His eyes closed.
Once at the base of your skull, he moves to the side of your neck, and licks—swirls and sucks and kisses until your ass shifts back into him. Still unconscious.
It isn't until he tightens his arms around your hips and pulls you further back that you wake.
Billy is a comforting presence—his weight solid and secure and consuming.
You turn ever so slightly to see his face, his blue eyes sleepy and sparkling.
You cup his cheek and kiss his chin. Then glide your fingers to hold it, guiding his face to where you want. You kiss his cheek and then his temple. He doesn’t move, letting you pepper his skin.
You relax into him, tilting his head slightly, and meet his eyes.
“Love you,“ you whisper, barely awake. Like the sound grass makes when the wind dances through it.
His lips twitch up. And he resettles against you, arms squeezing and tongue trailing up your spine again.
You whimper, canting your hips back involuntarily. He hums.
“Easy baby,” he muses, head on top of yours again.
Your hand caresses his cheek, fingers sliding into his hair to slip through it at his temples.
In any other situation, with any other person, this closeness would be too much. But Billy brought peace with his touches.
He brought home.
Again you turn to kiss him wherever you can reach, the apple of his cheek this time.
“Love you,” you repeat. Stronger but still soft. Your hand moves to rest on his forearm.
He presses a kiss to your shoulder, mumbling into it.
“Love you, too.”
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You Are Beautiful ∞ Soft! Billy Hargrove
Summary: Tommy and his big mouth have things to say about Y/N, which bring back bad memories. Luckily, Billy is there to make her feel beautiful and loved.
Word Count: 1804
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Everyone laughed at the story Tommy was telling about the freshman he was pushing around today. However, it was clear to everyone but him that it wasn’t all that funny and the laughs were quite fake. School was out for the day and you stood leaning back against the railing outside of the high school alongside Billy, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against his side, as well as Tommy and Carol who stood across from you.
“Hey, Hargrove, why do you let your girl wear those kinds of clothes?” Tommy questioned with a bit of a snarky chuckle.
Billy looked up at Tommy from where he was looking off into space, his eyes squinting with confusion. He looked between you and Tommy once before landing on him again. “What’re you talking about, Hagan?” Billy asked, skeptical.
“I mean look at her dress,” Tommy started, prompting Billy to do so. Although he saw nothing wrong with it. You wore a short strapless white floral dress that Billy could admit immediately was his favorite. But what he did see was wrong was how Tommy started to make you feel - your cheeks turned red, your gaze looked off to nowhere, and you looked defeated as if these kinds of comments were normal for you. But, with Billy as your boyfriend, you should never hear them when he’s around. “It’s showing places that shouldn’t be shown and it’s tight around all the wrong places if you know what I mean, “ Tommy finished in a matter-of-fact tone.
Billy, after seeing the tears start to form in your eyes, looked back at Tommy with rage in his glare. “No, Tommy,” Billy put emphasis on his name. “I don’t know what you mean. How about—“ But Tommy cut him off, which made matters so much worse because no one ever cuts off Billy Hargrove.
“How can you not see it? Ever since you started dating, she’s gained a bit of weight, everyone can see it, and she’s always dressing like a—” It was Billy’s turn to cut him off, furious for letting him go on this long. Before you knew it, Billy had Tommy’s shirt balled up in a tight fist, Carol letting out a slight scream, startled by the sudden force brought on against her boyfriend. You’d think he was about to lift him off the ground, that is if you were looking.
You thought once you started dating Billy, all the comments and cruelty about your insecurities would go away. At the beginning of your relationship, the comments continued, but not for long. Billy had made sure they would stop and made everyone aware that if anything negative was said about you, he would find out, and whoever said it, he would make sure they never spoke another word. For the past year, no comments were made about you, and you were doing better in the insecurity department thanks to your loving boyfriend, Billy. But, that all went away, all the progress and love you felt for yourself washed away when Tommy just had to open his big mouth.
“You wanna finish that sentence?” Billy began, getting up in Tommy’s face. “Why would you EVER think it’s okay to say something like that about my girl? Do you see what you’ve done?” Billy shouted the first part angrily but quieted down for the second part so as to not pull attention towards you. He looks back at you to see tears streaming silently down your face before looking back at Tommy. “Tears, Tommy. She’s been doing so well right up until you just had to say something, and for what? Just to get attention? Huh? You think it’s okay to criticize everyone you come across?” Billy was furious now, his rage fiery. “You will not speak another word to Y/N, or me? [Do] You hear me? If you think you can speak to the most beautiful girl in the world like that, you’ve got another thing comin’,” Billy finishes, letting go of Tommy and turning towards you, but not before forcefully pushing Tommy back against the railing. If Carol hadn’t caught him, he would’ve fallen over the edge.
“C’mon, darling,” Billy insisted, wrapping his arm back around your waist after grabbing both yours and his backpacks. Billy pressed a kiss on your forehead as he led you up the hill towards his Camaro, his heart breaking as he heard you sniffle against his side. Once you came to a stop at the passenger side, Billy threw your bags into the back seat as you tried to open the door, but he stopped you. Closing the door, he turned you around to face him. He placed his hands on either side of your face, looking into your teary, red eyes.
“Baby girl, don’t you listen to him,” Billy commanded, lifting your chin to look up at him. “He’s an idiot and he doesn’t know what he’s talking about ‘cause you are so beautiful, my love. You are the most magnificent woman I have ever laid eyes on. Don’t let someone’s opinions that don’t matter affect what I see in you. ‘Cause I tell the truth, and the truth is that, although you are as gorgeous as ever, you are worth so much more than your body. You are worth all the love that you give to others. You are worth all the stars in the galaxy and you deserve all the love in the universe, baby.” You finally locked eyes with Billy at his sweet words as he wiped some stray tears from your cheeks. “His opinions don’t matter ‘cause that’s all they are - opinions. What I say are facts and that’s what they’ll always be. I can’t express to you how much I love you and how amazing I think you are.” That brought a smile to your face, even if it was small, it meant the world to Billy to see your smile. “Please, love, don’t give a second thought to what he said ‘cause it is not true in the slightest. You wear whatever you want and eat all you like. I always tell you how much I love your ass, and I can never get enough of that tummy of yours.” He placed his hand on your belly, brushing his thumb against your ticklish spot as you let out a soft giggle. And Billy didn’t think he could fall harder in love with you. Even he can be wrong sometimes. “You will always look irresistible in my eyes, no matter what, I will love you always.” Billy smiled down at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
This brought more tears to your eyes, yet happy tears instead of sadness. You stood up on your toes and met Billy’s lips halfway in a passionate, loving kiss. He placed his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible, as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you, Billy. Always.” You admitted, pressing your forehead against his.
“Let’s get you home, baby doll,” Billy smiled, reaching behind you to open the door for you, his hand on the small of your back, helping you in. He ran to the driver’s side, started the engine, backed up, and rushed out of the hell hole’s parking lot.
You led Billy into your house, hand in hand, before spotting your radio on the table in the living room and getting an idea. You turn your head and smile at Billy, letting go of his hand as he returns the smile. You couldn’t get enough of him. He’s so handsome, you couldn’t help but become mesmerized every time you looked into his eyes.
“I love that you’re happy and smiling again, bubbles (fun nickname), but what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Billy chuckled, his eyes full of complete adoration for the love of his life. You didn’t answer as he follows you into the living room and watches your every move. You turn on the radio and turn the knob to your favorite station, and what a romantic coincidence it is that your favorite song comes on, the one that is a reminder of your and Billy’s love. You turn back to Billy, reaching towards him and taking his hand in yours as he grins at you curiously. Except, he knew exactly what you were doing.
Billy was not a dancer, but the moment Billy saw you when he was picking you up for your first date, he couldn’t help himself as he took your hand in his and twirled you around, your dress flowing out all around you, before he pulled you back in, holding you against his chest. That was the moment he fell in love with you. And since then, slow dancing has been your favorite pastime together (besides cuddling, of course).
And that’s exactly what was happening now as you both swayed to Incredible by James TW, one arm around your waist, the other in your hand as you held onto the back of his neck, smoothing your fingers over the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
You stared into each other’s eyes in silence, comfortable and peaceful. Billy could stare into your eyes for the rest of his life and never get bored. Just as James sang the chorus of the song, Billy spun you around gently before pulling you back in, your back hitting his chest. He wrapped his arms around your stomach, locking his hands with yours as you laid your head back against his shoulder. Billy placed a sweet kiss on your head as he swayed you in his arms.
“You, my love, are the best thing to have ever happened to me. I still can’t believe you’re mine. But, I will savor every little moment of every day for the rest of my life because I know that I get to hold you in my arms because I know that you are mine and I am yours and that is how it will always be.” You look up at him, turning in his arms as he wraps them around you and locks them at the small of your back, looking down lovingly into your blue eyes.
“Who knew Billy Hargrove, the Keg King, could be such a softy?” You teased, raising your eyebrow with a soft smile.
“Only for you, my love,” Billy’s smile never left his lips as he leans down and meets your soft lips in a gentle, but ever so enchanting kiss, tangling your hand through his hair, one of his hands on your waist and one placed on your cheek.
Apparently, it was possible to fall more in love with the person that already had your whole heart. “I love you, Billy Hargrove. Always.”
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This is so cute!
Billy does not like the cold. At all. You decide to help him with that.
Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader
Hopper didn't like Billy. He didn't trust Billy, it was the same with Mike. He didn't like any boys. At all, no matter what.
You sigh as Billy curls up into your chest, "It's fucking cold, everywhere," he grumbles as you add another blanket on top of him.
He was used to the California sun. He was not used to the freezing hawkins winters. And he hated them, he had not spent one minute since it dropped below 40 degrees, anywhere but cuddled up with you.
"Billy, babe. It's in the 50's today, it hasn't even gotten as cold as it usually does. The cabin is literally in the 60's," you say with a smile.
Billy grunts in response. He would not last once it started snowing. You smile at the thought, billy and snow? That was a big no, he would not be able to handle the cold.
"I don't like this. But at least I have my personal heater," Billy says with a smile. You chuckle, he was adorable when he was grumpy.
Max however, loved winter. She had never seen snow, or at least not the good kind, until she moved to Hawkins. She had been here for a few years, and she loves the snow everytime. The only thing she hated was that she couldn't skate board.
You got out of the lab years before El. You did feel bad, you tried to go back for her. It never worked and you moved on. You still had someone make sure if she did ever escape, or get an opportunity you would get a call.
When you got the call that she had escaped, you had been overcome with joy. the first thing you did was pack up all of your stuff and drive straight there.
Hopper soon, adopted the both of you and here you were. Being smothered to death by your sunshine state boyfriend.
You realize Billy is asleep, and your door is open three inches. You smile and slowly close it. You wipe the blood that has dripped from your nose with your sleeve and then realized you forgot the lights.
You reached over to turn on the lamp, it was less bright but still have some light. You then closed your eyes and flicked off the main light. You wipe the blood with your sleeve, and close your eyes.
It was so peaceful like this. Billy was curled into a ball on top of you, your eyes getting heavy.
Hopper realized he hadn't heard from you and Billy for a while. Max and El had the door shut, that was allowed. But with boyfriends the door stays open three inches.
Hopper leans back and realizes the door is shut, "What did I say?" He yells and jumps up. He dishes to throw open the door, he sees Billy, Billy Hargrove, almost all the way curled up into a ball.
He is laying on your stomach, with his face now buried in your neck. Your eyes are shut and one of your hands is resting in his curls.
As much as he hated to admit it, Hopper thought the scene in front of him was adorable. Poor billy had been hating the cold, and Hopper could tell based on the four blankets on top of the boy.
He chuckled and softly shut the door. He would let it slide this time, but only this time.
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right down the line - b.h.
-billy hargrove x reader
-1.8k words
-requested by @notartemis777 ! okay class today we are pretending that billy and max get along because neil is the common enemy :)
-warnings: mentions of abuse, severely out of character billy
Three hours ago, the soft tap of a ladder against your windowsill was followed by the much heavier thump of none other than Billy Hargrove landing on your bedroom floor. You had jumped at the sound until you recognized his form on the ground and moved towards him to help him up.
He uncurled himself from the rolled-up position he had assumed under your window and accepted your hand to stand on his feet. It took a second to get him to look at you, though you knew what you were going to see. After some coaxing and bringing him to sit on the edge of your bed, he allowed you to gently examine the bruise slowly blooming over his right eye and cheekbone, as well as the blood that had dried over the corner of his lip.
“Oh, Billy,” you cooed, and his eyes averted your face and instead focused on the ring he had been twisting on his middle finger ever since he sat down. Like usual, he said nothing. He was always pretty silent after fights with Neil, you had learned.
So you got to cleaning him up. Some disinfectant for his cut lip, some ice, the whole nine yards. Billy sat there patiently the whole time that you fussed over him, accustomed to the routine the two of you had developed from all the times he snuck in after a nasty bout with his father. After all the first aid stuff, three hours after the initial tumble, Billy’s shoulders had finally lost their tension and the two of you could be found laying together in bed to decompress.
That brings you to now.
“So, do you finally want to talk about the fight?” You ask him while braiding and unbraiding one of his loose locks of hair, watching his relaxed face while his head lay in your lap.
Billy’s eyes open with a heavy sigh, and you let his hair fall from your fingers as he uses an elbow to perch himself up to face you. “It’s not like it was anything different than usual. I was covering for Max, because she wanted to go hang out with her friends. Something about a roleplaying board game?” He looks at you, half expectanting you to know what he was trying to come up with.
“D&D?” You offer, and he nods.
“Yeah, that shit.” He waves a hand in the air before continuing. “But Neil had a bug up his ass tonight, demanded to know where she was. I said I didn’t know, because I didn’t want him to pull up at Wheeler house like a fuckin’ psychopath.” He pauses, then says a little quieter. “So I got the psychopath treatment.”
You hum comfortingly and lean forward to press a comforting kiss to his forehead. “I’m sure she appreciates you covering for her.” You whisper, and he presses his lips together in a dry smile. “Was she home when you left?”
“No, no, I thought I would see her on the drive over but I didn’t. Figured if she was still at the Wheeler’s this late then she would stay the night.” He explains, and the logic gives both of you comfort for about five more minutes, until there’s another noise outside your window. It’s left slightly open from Billy’s oh-so-graceful entrance, and he’s up in half a second to investigate the potential threat from outside.
You get up as well, and push at his shoulder so he’s seated on the bed again. “Relax, it’s probably just a stray cat at the bottom of the ladder.” Still, you move to the window to peek out at the bottom, and you’re shocked to see red hair, and an even brighter red hoodie, halfway up to your window. You push the bottom open the rest of the way and stick your head out. “Max?”
Billy gets up behind you as soon as Max looks up to meet your eyes in the dim light that comes from your bedroom. “Jesus christ, Max, get up here.” He urges from your side, helping her in while you stand back and out of the way. The two of you share a look while Max sits cross legged on the floor, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie.
“Hey, what happened?” You sit in front of her while Billy shuts the window and stands awkwardly nearby. She’s quiet except for sniffling, so you reach forward to move her hair away from her face. She lets you, but the action reveals a slightly faded but still very fresh red mark taking up the junction of her cheek. “Oh, honey,” you whisper, and she turns her head away from your hand, just like Billy used to before he got used to your gentle touch. “Let me get some more ice.”
You push yourself up to stand and catch sight of Billy’s faraway gaze, eyes looking somewhere that you can’t see. Probably seeing red at the idea of Neil putting his hands on Max, and you can’t really blame him. Calling his attention back to the present with a hand on his cheek, you whisper to him. “Just talk to her.”
He nods and you wait for him to take your seat in front of her before heading downstairs for an ice pack. You take your time, getting a cloth to wrap the ice pack in and a few bandaids from the downstairs bathroom cabinet. You didn’t see any open cuts or scratches on her but it would be better to have them if she needed them. You pass by the laundry room then stop, backtracking to go in and grab some comfy clothes of yours out of the dryer for her to change into. It would be more comfortable than whatever she biked here in.
Before you push your bedroom door back open, you pause to hear the soft conversation taking place on the other side.
“Why didn’t you call me here?” Billy’s voice comes out softly.
“I don’t know. Didn’t think, I just knew you would be here and I didn’t wanna be there,” you heard Max mumble, she sounds embarrassed. “‘M sorry.”
You hear shifting, probably Billy moving closer to her. “It’s okay, I didn’t know you were goin’ home. Thought you were staying overnight with your friends. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” There’s a pause before Billy speaks again. “D’you wanna stay the night here? With us?”
Max doesn’t say anything right away, but the quiet “thanks” that you hear cinforms that she had said yes. Quietly, you finally push open the door and offer a soft smile when both siblings turn to look up at you from their spots on the floor. “I got you an ice pack, and some clothes. Something easier to sleep in.” You hold up the items to show her, and she gives you a small, yet grateful smiles
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After you get Max patched up, like you had with Billy, she comes out of the bathroom and back into your room in the clothes you lent her. You and Billy are sitting together on the bed, him behind you with his chin resting in the spot where your neck and shoulder meet and one arm half secured around your waist.
“Hey, how do you feel now?” You ask her, patting the open spot on your comforter beside you. She takes a seat, legs tucked to the side and leaning sideways on her arm.
“Better,” she says with a little nod, looking shier than she normally does. “Thank you.”
“Don’t worry about it, I let him in so obviously I’ll let you in, too.” You grin and jab your thumb behind you where Billy sits clinging to your back, making Max giggle. Billy pinches your side and causes you to yelp, which turns into a fit of giggles along with Max’s. You fall forward out of Billy’s grasp and he lets you, unable to hold back the smile that finds its way onto his face as he watches you two lose your breath over laughing at each other.
The rest of the night is filled with antics like that. You ended up putting on some music to show Max, which became an impromptu dance party. Billy initially refused to join, saying he wasn’t going to dance to Madonna, until both you and his sister pouted at him, so he was forced to join. The sight of him being forced to dance (if you could call the half-assed movement dancing) to such peppy, girly music was so amusing that you wish you had a camera to capture it. Then there was a brief comic tour when Max caught sight of a Wonder Woman volume sitting on your bookshelf, and Billy was grateful to be allowed to sit back and chill again.
Max fell asleep on the far right side of your bed while the two of you were laying on your stomachs and flipping through the pages of the comics you had pulled out. You realized she had been silent for a little too long, and carefully pulled the volume that was held loosely in her hand so you could put them all away. After flicking off the overhead light and placing the comics back where they belong in your bookshelf, you return to Billy’s side in bed, where he had sat leaning back against the headboard and watching you move around the room in the dim lamplight from your nightstand.
“Thank you for letting her stay here tonight, I’ll make it up to you,” he mumbles against your skin before pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder and tugging you closer to fall into his side.
“You don’t have to, it’s nice having both of you here. I wish it was under better circumstances though.” You shut your eyes in the comfort of the warmth that seems to radiate off Billy. “I hope she’ll be okay in the morning.”
He gives a small hum of agreement before glancing over at where Max was fast asleep. “I think she’ll be alright. I’ll take y’all to lunch tomorrow before I bring her home. Neil shouldn’t be back until later tomorrow night.” You peer back up at him with a tiny smile.
“Look at you, being a good brother and boyfriend and shit,” you tease.
He chuckles and gives you a soft squeeze. “Gotta lookout for my girls. Especially because they lookout for me.”
“Your girls?” You giggle at him, and he responds with a soft ‘shut up,’ before reaching over to turn off the lamp on your bedside table. “Goodnight, babe.” You yawn and snuggle into his side impossibly further before dozing off almost immediately, tired out from the night your guests had given you.
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Dating Billy Hargrove hc Part 1
Billy Hargrove x f!henderson!reader
Part 2 is up!!!!
warnings: mentions of anxiety, reader gets hurt by accident, Billy being protective, almost swearing
Note: If you don’t have anything ok to say about this character please scroll past this. (I don’t own stranger things or any characters you know the drill).
I’m going on a 7 hour flight rn so pleasee give me feedback or requests!! Thanks strangerssss
-him being super duper protective of you, but in a way that made you feel safe and comfortable
-he never EVER does anything that could hurt you
-he reassures you all the time when you’re anxious or worried
-he lets you squeeze his hand as hard as you want when you’re nervous
-he supports you when you need it
-but he HATES your longtime friendship with Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington
-he finds it cute that you have such an amazing bond with the party
-considering you’re Dustin’s sister— he was actually really surprised
-when you met, he was SURE you were his age
-even though you have curls like your bro (let’s assume), you don’t look alike that much
-Dustin being like ‘wHAT. Not hIM anyone but HIm. why don’t you DATE STEVE INSTEAD.’ when he finds out
-even though he’s all bad boy ‘I dont care about the consequences’ at school, he freaking melts and becomes a lil cinnamon bun around you which you pride yourself on cuz you won’t see him going soft for someone like Carol :)
-you’re complete opposites in personality though
-it’s why he calls you angel
-and why he’s so protective
-“Don’t toUCh MY angel!” He would bark at anyone who comes too close
-A real Slytherpuff relationship, who’s who?
-When he first comes to school on his first day at Hawkins high
-He sees you with your friends
-and ksajdbsksn you had about a gazillion things in your arms (like you always do)
(-sometimes your friends jokingly makes fun of you for it-
-and Billy would go in protective mode even if they’re your friends
-“Whadjusay ‘bout Angel?”
-“They’re just kidding, baby”
-He glares at them but makes an effort to show them that he’s a good boyfriend to you always)
-You were making your way to math with your friends when he bumped into you, when you were trying to avoid the figure that was moving way to harshly with Tommy H. and Carol.
-you hadn’t really payed attention to him or seen his face yet
-But you could freaking tell that he would cause some trouble in this town
-and your first instinct was to stay away from him
-and even though it was his fault you now had a gash on your right forearm and dropped more than half of your things on the floor, you apologized. Because that’s what ya do
-But Billy—
-oh, Billy Boy—
-he freaked the heck out
-not only because he hurt you, but because he knew— just knew— that you were going to be someone meaningful to him.
-“I’m so sorry! Let me help you with that!” Billy rushes out, helping you pick up your things. (Tommy being like shutt up Billy)
-“oh, shi—“ you start saying, before a teacher comes and is starting to lead you too the nurse’s, despite your many protests if you saying you were fine and that you’d survive a cut and that you could rince it off in the bathroom
-Billy followed right behind
-apologizing profusely
-but not so loud that others could hear
-more out of habit
-because kjdjsdkbfddx the boy had a reputation to hold up
-and little did he know that later on—after getting to know you— he wouldn’t even care if he cried in front of everyone for you
-because the minute you started telling him about yourself or what your passions are or literally anything related to you
-he’d start falling
-he’d fall in love so darn hard
-that he was amazed that you fell just as hard as he did
(part 2?)
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Her cries broke me like I've never been broken before☆•*°`~♡
Billy Hargrove moodboard :>
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Everything Has Gone To Shit - Billy Hargove Epilogue
Masterlist
Warnings: 18+ content, talk of Child death, implied alcoholism, implied drug use, arguments, talk of neglect, Soft! Billy, smut, P in V, Unprotected, Overstim, use of the word whore
Every Hopper!Reader fic I find forgets what happened to Sarah this one doesn't
Mixture of first and third person POV
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I thought life was perfect I had a loving mother and father. I even had a little sister, Sara, that was basically a bilt in best friend. That was all until she got sick, horribly sick, that she ended up passing away from.
Life changed after that. No one processed the death well. My mom blamed it completely on my father. I still remember the fight. I was supposed to be asleep.
"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME" mother's voice echoed though the apartment
"Diane please calm down"
"CALM DOWN YOU SERIOUSLY THINK ILL CALM DOWN AFTER YOU LIED TO ME FOR YEARS"
"I didn't lie to you"
"OH AND WHAT WOULD YOU CALL NOT TELLING ME THAT WE HAVE TO WATCH OUR KIDS DIE"
"I didn't think it would happen after they came out healthy"
"AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME WHEN I FOUND OUT I WAS EXPECTING"
"Because-"
"BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T REALLY CARE DID YOU" He didn't reply to scared to speak "IM RIGHT AREN'T I WELL YOU CAN BE THE ONE TAKE CARE OF Y/N UNTIL SHE DIES"
She left slamming the door. He cried for the rest of the night. I only found out years later what that fight was about. She only came back to grab her share of things barely even looking at me.
It wasn't long after that we moved to New York City. He became a police officer there meaning he was gone half of the time and the other half he was drinking.
I had to take care of myself for years. There were good days where he would be the same loving father I knew from before. Those days gave me hope he would get better.
The worst bit of living with him was every cold, every sickness ment I went to the hospital. He freaked out at every cough.
Eventually I got tired of it and called I my mom repeatedly asking her to take me. A bunch of calls later and she finally gave in.
He agreed to let me go as long as he got to see me for holidays. Years passed, he moved back to Hawkins, and I saw him get better and better but I was afraid to move back afraid he would get worse again.
When I visited him again for Christmas vacation he showed up with his normal dorky smile giving you a nice warm hug. The normal stuff he did every time he picked me up.
"I have something to show you" he said after getting into his car
"Let me guess a Christmas surprise"
"Something like that"
We spent most of the drive catching up from the several months we were apart. I was surprised when he pulled into the woods and stopped.
"are we going to chop down a Christmas tree"
"Nope just follow me"
We walked deeper into the woods and there was a cabin. I was so confused I was about to walk slightly ahead of him but he stopped me pointing at a trip wire leaving me more confused.
When we got to the cabin he knocked on the door in small increments.
"What are you doing"
"Knocking" before I could question more the door opened. I look inside to find a kid with short hair. They looked even more confused then I was "Y/n I'd like you to meet your new lil sister El"
"So you brought me out here to show me a kid and say it's my sister" he looked baffled at my response "so were you cheating on Mom and just found out you had a bastard child or what"
"Bastard?" She said listening in on the conversation
"Don't say that word" he said pointing at her before pointing at me "and no it's not like that"
"Well she's the right age"
"Just don't tell anyone about her"
"Why your afraid having a bastard child will ruin your reputation Chief"
"No she's not my child-"
"Oh so then you stole her that's even worse"
"No you wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth"
"That's just an excuse not to tell me"
"Maybe... I'll tell you later just please try to bond with her she doesn't have anyone else"
"You better be treating her better than you treated me" I said heading for the door
"Where are you going?"
"To get my suitcase"
I ended up staying at in the same room as her. A couple days had passed. Her and I played bored games for most of the days while he occasionally joined in. But now he was out on a emergency call
"So what's your story"
"Story?" She asked confused
"You know your life story" she looked more confused "Ok how about I ask you questions and you give me answers"
"Ok"
"If you aren't his child how did you fall under his care"
"He saved me"
"Ok not very descriptive but I'll take it. Where are your actual parents"
"Gone"
"Ok then. Why is your hair shaved did your Mom want a boy or what" before she could answer there was a knock at the door "I'll get it"
"No" I stared at her confused as she let the knock finish. I heard the latch unlocked and quickly turned my head as the door opened
"What the fuck was that"
Eventually I got an explanation to everything but I didn't believe him who would. I tried to leave to call my mom and child protective services but as I tried to open the door it slammed back shut. I knew then he was telling the truth.
He begged me to move back in with him and I agreed after the school year was over.
****1st person****
"Park here please" Y/n said sitting in the car with her father
"Why"
"Because kids are going to hate me if they find out I'm the Chief of police's daughter"
"Good point"
He pulled over letting her out saying a good bye as she headed off. She had to start the school year late because it took he awhile to move and get the legal work done for her to go to school.
Her mom didn't care about her leaving in fact she was happy. Really proving how much she really cared.
When she arrived at her class the teacher stopped her before she could sit down.
"let's all welcome the police chief's daughter" the teacher said as she glared at her. Instantly all the kids started mumbling loudly.
'I thought the Chiefs daughter died' 'No that's her sister' 'I wouldn't want to do anything with her she will probably tell her father' 'She's probably a snitch' were said by multiple people.
It was practically revealed to the whole school by lunch time so it surprised her when she a man leaned against the locker next to hers. She tried to ignore him at first expecting him to have eather gotten the wrong locker or he was a bully. But he was persistent.
"You going to make me stand here all day, darling" he said grabbing her attention
"Oh I didn't even notice you"
"Now I know that's a lie I can tell you were trying to ignore me"
"And how would you know that"
"Because no woman can not notice me" he said that in a sarcastic and charming way "I'm Billy Hargove I'm new here"
"I'm Y/n I'm also new"
"Oh so your the girl everyone is talking about" she let out a sigh hanging her head down of course he knew. She expected him to leave but he stayed.
"Your not going to avoid me"
"Our parents don't define us sweetheart" he smiled at her "Can you answer a question for me though. How can you be the Chiefs daughter and still be new"
"I lived with my mother up until recently"
"And another question will you go to this party with me" he said handing her a orange flyer.
"I don't know my father's really strict and practically everyone here hates me already"
"They won't recognize you in costume" he joked
"Fuck it I'll sneak out"
"We'll rule over this school together deal"
"Deal"
She found herself thinking about him the rest of the day.
********
She made up an excuse for why she wasn't going back to the cabin telling her father that she made some friends she was going to hang out with. She then went to the Halloween store buying a slutty costume.
When she arrived at the party she saw Billy upsidedown doing a keg stand with people all around him chanting 'chug'. As he was let down he noticed her.
"You actually came" he said walking over to her
"What did you take me for a pussy Hargove"
"This costume looks good on you Y/n" a blush crept up her cheeks at his complement "Let's go inside and dance"
********
They danced and drank for awhile but eventually grew bored and went outside to talk on the back steps. He lit up a new cigarette as he sat.
"So where are you from" she asked trying her best to relax on the hard concrete
"We're just going to do small talk" he chuckled
"Come on tell me" she nudged his side
"Fine, California"
"I want to go there eventually, visit Disneyland, I've never been to the beach actually"
"Alright now you need to tell me where your from"
"The city an hour away, but I did live in New York for awhile"
"You lived in New York and didn't see the beach"
"Yeah that's what happens when you live with a depressed asshole" he looked at her with confusion "My father, My Mother didn't want me after my sister died. I had to beg her to take me in and even then she treated me like shit. Sorry I'm over sharing"
"It's ok my parents aren't the best eather" He gave her a comforting look. His eyes moved down to her lips. Slowly he moved twords her lips giving her plenty of time to push away if she wanted to. Her lips were soft and tasted of vanilla chapstick.
They kiss for awhile before Billy pulled away. He stood up and offered his hand to her. She took it standing up. He lead her away from the party twords his car.
********
It all was a blur arriving at his house, stumbling to his bedroom, taking off each other's clothes. He wasted no time getting down to business. But for his lack impatience he sure as hell had stamina.
It was nearing on an hour now and he was still going strong.
"Please Billy it's to much" she sobbed out
"Come on I know you have one more in you, just one more" she let out a whine as he continued to pound into her. He moved his hand down to play with her swollen clit.
He let out a loud groan, his cum filling her as her walls fluttered around him. He rested on his elbows, lightly putting his weight on her, as he caught his breath. Slowly and carefully he pulled out and grabbed a wipe out of his bed side table, wiping them both clean.
He moved away from the bed, pulling on a pair of boxers. She sat up and started to feel insecure. Was he just using her for a release? Sure she enjoyed it but he probably won't talk to her again after this.
"You ok" he saw the way she played with her thumbs.
"Yeah I'm fine"
"Are you sure"
"Yep... Um can I stay the night. I told my dad I wasn't going to be home tonight thinking I could sleep-" he stopped her ranting by cupping her face being surprisingly gentle.
"Of course" he surprised her even more when he invited her to cuddle.
********
When Billy woke up Y/n wasn't in the bed with him. Nor was she in the room. He shouldn't of been surprised most girls didn't stay the night and none of them stayed till morning. So why did this time sting so much.
He let out a shakey breath as he sat on the edge of the bed. Just then the door to his room opened and she walked in. She wore his shirt which covered her entire torso down to her mid thighs. She noticed his stare and started fiddling with the hem of the shirt.
"Um I-I had to use the bathroom I'm sorry if I woke you"
"I didn't even notice you leave" it came out ruder then he ment
"Oh Ok" she moved looking for her clothes from last night. Quickly getting dressed and moving to leave.
********
It had been a few days since and Billy couldn't get her out of his mind. He tried to move on find the next girl. But every time he walked up to a girl he saw her sad stares out of the corner of his eye. It shouldn't have effected but it did.
He tried the tactic of leaning on the locker next to her again. But once again she was ignoring him. "Hey" he tried to get her attention, slightly shuting her locker. She only gave him a glare. As she finished with her locker and tried to walk away, he grabbed her hand.
"Fuck off Billy" she broke out of his grip.
"Come on Y/n"
"No. I'm not going to let you do this again, you fucking used me just because I'm new. Why don't you just use one of the whores who will drop at your feet"
"What happened to us ruling the school together" she paused
"That was just a line"
"Maybe it was maybe it wasn't eather way I can't get you out of my mind"
"Fine one more date but that's it"
That wasn't the only date they would go on together
Part 1
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a new kind of love
Billy Hargrove x Oc (Kenna Averys)
Faceclaim: Tiera Skovbye
Description: Billy was only suppose to leave Kenna after he slept with her. Kenna is Steve’s best friend and Billy knows this. But what happens when Billy is caught in the crossfire of emotions
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Her back was facing away from him as she was entangled in her floral bed sheets as her body was feeling sore from their previous actions. Kenna could not believe that Billy Hargrove managed to weasel his way into her life and into her bed.
This was only after a couple months after the fight he and Steve had. Steve was her best friend and Billy knew that. She did find it weird how he started to pursue her, knowing how she had seen him beat up someone she deeply cared for. However, with the right attention within three weeks of trying he managed to get a date and then a month later Billy had his plan in motion.
Putting Steve Harrington out of his mind can only be achieved by breaking the heart of his best friend
Kenna Averys.
Kenna was too kind for her own good, Billy knew that and he even witnessed it. That is what he noticed about her when he first met her, that she was kind and caring to everyone. If someone ever missed placing a pen, they knew Kenna would have one at the ready. If someone needed help, Kenna would offer her undivided attention.
It was easy for Billy to get in, maybe a bit harder since he beat up Steve but he loved a challenge. At first, it was greetings that were ignored, but he tried to get her to talk to him. It was only a matter of paying Tommy H a six pack of beer and he had agreed to run into the poor blonde girl knocking her books out of her hands, with Billy there to help pick up the mess.
From there Billy had started to woo the girl, with small gifts and conversations. He knew how Steve would react and he enjoyed watching it. Billy would approach Kenna with a different flower each day, sometimes he would place a small kiss on her cheek, driving Steve insane.
And it worked because now Kenna lay asleep naked under the duvet, sleeping as Billy grabbed his clothes off the floor of her bedroom, careful not to wake her.
Afraid to wake her.
He did not want to see her green eyes fill with tears as she came to realize that he never cared. This was all an illusion created by Billy to hurt Steve.
That she was just collateral damage.
After loosely buttoning up his shirt Billy grabbed his jacket from her desk chair. He took one final look at how peaceful she slept, before making his way to the door. As he turned the knob, a sensation he had never experienced raged through his body, making his hands shake.
Never in all of his time of hookups has Billy Hargrove experienced such a feeling. He wanted to throw up at his actions but like all his feelings he tried to suppress them by walking out of the bedroom into the dimly lit hallway.
Perhaps if he left, he would be spared the pain he felt in the moment. Spared by watching her pain as well.
The boy wished he had been able to flee the house quickly. However, in fact, he had reached the top of the staircase before looking back at the bedroom door she was behind. He felt sick with guilt knowing very well that if he went to his car now, he could easily hurt her.
The girl he started to develop feelings for, he might even call it falling in love.
He could not name what betrayed him. Was it his feet by making him retrace his steps towards the creamy white door with a pink letter 'K' or was it his heart for making him feel these feelings he doesn’t understand?
Peeking into Kenna’s room he still saw her all cuddled up in a tiny ball, arm hugging a throw pillow, features just as soft as when she was awake. Ultimately, he could not help it when his emotions betrayed him. He watched in silence from the door as tears trickled down his cheek
In doing so, he slowly took off his jacket again, carefully avoiding to wake her up in the process. He then proceeded to remove the rest of his clothing in an attempt to lay beside Kenna.
“Billy.” Kenna’s angelic voice made him turn around to see her gripping the duvet tight to her chest watching as he stood in his jeans, looking guilty as hell. “Are you leaving?”
The thing he was most afraid of her saying fell from her lips in such a broken tone it hurt him, like she had figured out him.
“I was a freezing doll so I walked to the car to see if I had a jumper or sweatpants.” Billy had taken a seat next to her on the end, stroking her hair trying to put her pretty head to rest,
“You could have woken me up and I would've gotten the extra blankets.” She replied, “You looked too beautiful to wake up.” Billy brought his hand under her chin to bring her lips to his as he placed a tender kiss before pulling away.
“Let’s get you a top.” He jumped from her bed once more leaving the girl to giggle and fall back against her mattress in pure bliss, unaware of the guilt Billy was currently carrying. “I got one.”
“No, you lay right there and I will get you a top.” Billy smirked, turning back to face Kenna quickly before throwing a pair of red panties at her. “And these.” He watched in amusement as her cheeks turned pink, embarrassed by what was thrown at her.
“Don’t be ashamed doll, I know I am not because once you are not sore I will be taking these off with my teeth.” He crawled to her like she was prey and was about to move in for the kill. “Arms up.”
Billy helped Kenna get into the sweater before laying down and prompting her to lay in his arms, just wanting to hold her close to him.
“Never took Billy Hargrove for a cuddle after a night of sex or a night of staying over." Kenna lay comfortably in his arms taking in what had happened tonight. “Get used to Kenna Averys because I am not leaving ever.”
He really meant every word. Billy Hargrove was now entangled in the floral sheets of Hawkins' Sweetheart bed. He wondered what exactly he had done to get her to this point, as she snuggled up to him.
Because in the events of tonight Billy Hargrove realised he was capable of love and his love was right beside him.
He was not about to walk away not now.
Not ever
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A/n: I hope you enjoyed this! This was a moment I thought for a fic but decide to write a one-shot instead. Also Kenna is an oc I use for everything if I ever use one just because I can’t be bothered creating new ones
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"Brushing through the other's hair while talking", "feeding each other food" and "snuggling up to them at night" from the prompt lists with Billy please. 🤍🥺
Him and reader are best friends in my head, (best friends but there is something more not said yet) but if you want them to be actual lovers that's totally fine too ❤️
Please take your time Em. Write it at your own pace. 💙
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Domesticity
Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader
Summary : ^^^^^
Warnings : Swearing and one innuendo
Word Count : 926
Billy was your roommate but he was also your best friend. You both attended the same college but during your sophomore year, you both got an apartment together.
Fridays are reserved for eating dinner together and watching a movie, that's how it was even when you both lived in dorms on the college campus. Billy finished cooking the meal as music played on the radio. "Can you bring me plates?" You got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen and grabbed the plates as he plated the pasta and bread, something simple, easy and cheap for college kids.
"Want a beer?" He nodded and you grabbed two of the cheap, bitter beers before going to the couch with the food as he got the VCR tape set up. "What did you get from Family Video?" He looked over his shoulder, "That pilot movie with Val Kilmer." You nodded and he sat down, grabbing the tv remote before he plopped down beside you as the tv began showing the film.
You handed Billy his plate and he began eating, getting the sauce on his face and some splattered on his chest and the two of you laughed as he wiped himself off. You began eating, watching the movie and Billy laughed at you as you gently stabbed your lower lip with your fork.
"Let me see your plate." You nodded, handing it to him, eyes still on the tv. "Open." You opened your mouth as he put a forkful of pasta in your mouth and you quickly took it before he pulled the fork from you. You heard the bread tear before the scratchy texture sat at your lips and you took the bread, your teeth scrapping against his fingertips.
He continued feeding you until the movie ended and you both cleaned up from dinner before going your separate ways to get ready for bed and he walked into the bathroom as you brushed your teeth, gently nudging you out of the way as he grabbed his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth, dribbling toothpaste on his naked chest and he grabbed one of your towels to wipe it off as you glanced at him and rolled your eyes and he laughed.
You washed your face, humming something you heard on the radio and Billy grabbed his razor and you watched as he shaved his face, making sure not to distract him. "Get rid of the mustache." He looked at you and scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "Get fucked, the babes dig it." You pinched the meat on his hip as soon as he put the razor down and he jumped slightly.
"That hurt," he whined out as he rubbed the spot that started to redden. "Babes don't dig the caterpillar on your lip." He flicked your top lip before mocking you, raising the pitch in his voice as he added hand movements and you leaned against the wall, looking at him seriously as he did the same to you before he cracked first and began laughing, making you join him.
"My room?" He nodded and followed you to your bedroom before he plopped down, making the wood planks under your bed creak. "Billy, don't break my bed." He looked at you and laughed. "I can break it in a different way," he said as he flirtily wiggled his brows. "Out." He laughed and quickly but gently pulled you beside him. You grabbed his favorite candy, the chocolate bar that you kept under everything else.
You snapped a square off, "Open." He opened his mouth and you fed him the chocolate and as you gave him the last square, he nipped your finger and you jumped, not expecting it and he laughed. He threw the trash away and sat back down and you wiped your hands free of chocolate and saliva.
He laid his head beside you and you ran your fingers through his hair as he talked to you, complaining about one of his classes. "B, you don't even do the work." He rolled his eyes. "If she would let me fuck her, I'd have an A." You snickered, "More like a D minus." He glared at you as you continued to laugh and you held onto him as you stretched.
"I'm getting a cramp." You held your ribs as you continued to laugh, slightly shaking the mattress and Billy couldn't help but to laugh with you, his body shaking the bed frame as it creaked. You both calmed down and you heard a knock on the wall. "Stop fucking," your neighbor yelled out and Billy laughed into your pillow, holding onto the headboard with white knuckles as he tried to calm down and you laughed, putting your head on his warm skin.
The two of you finally calmed down and you wiped your eyes as Billy did the same and he fixed his hair before grabbing one of your stuffed animals and holding the panda on his abs. "Billy wants you to cuddle him," he said in a funny voice before throwing the panda at you and opening his arms. You moved the stuffed animal to the floor once more before laying your head on Billy's bicep as he wrapped his left arm around you and you wrapped your right arm around his shoulder as his head rested on yours.
"Good night," you softly said and Billy smiled. "Good night." He turned slightly and turned on the fairy lights before holding you tightly against him as the two of you fell asleep.
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No One But You (Billy Hargrove x Reader)
Summary: Billy's always been close with you but he never realized that you've filled a hole in him until you ignore him after he unknowingly broke your heart. His loneliness drives you to get you back.
Warnings: strong language, angst, fluff, mentions of abuse, mentions of billy being a player (i guess), mentions of smoking, mentions of not wanting to live, fighting in public, crying, sweet happy ending, friends-to-lovers (kind of)
Word Count: 2,104
Request: Hi! Can you write a Billy fic, the reader is fell in love with Billy, so she always gets his attention, cheers him up, brings him food/cute stuff, comforts him when Neil abuses him. Billy loves the attention from the reader but still flirts with other girls because he thinks he doesn't do relationship then reader finds billy kissing someone else and it broke her heart then she started ignoring him and then billy realizes that he misses her and likes her to be his. Please it make it super angsty but a nice sweet ending! Pretty please. Thanks and Have a nice day! 🎊🎊
A/n: Whaat? Two Billy fic in one day?? Clearly I have nothing better to do with my time and love this boy... plus I did say I would post these requests as I finish them so tada
Billy Hargrove Masterlist II Stranger Things Masterlist
Billy loves the attention. It’s why he plays his music loudly when he drives, why he openly flirts with practically every woman he sees, and why he walks with such confidence in his step. It makes everyone in the room turn their gaze to him, and he loves it. When he met you, his feelings were indifferent about how you tried to do things to get him to notice you and keep talking to you.
The way you became persistent to have his attention ended up making him get closer to you than he has with any other woman. People might say that he considers you a friend. And perhaps he does.
You always manage to cheer him up when he’s in a foul mood at school, whether it’s by talking until you go into a rant about some teacher or some girls that have pissed you off, or by bringing him samples of treats you had baked the previous night at home for him to taste. Not to mention that he’s kept some of the gifts you’ve gotten him, despite him telling you how you don’t have to do that.
Yeah, maybe he’s gotten close to you. It’s why he didn’t try and push you away when you found him sitting on a park bench with a bruised cheek at night, recovering from a ‘rough handling’ from his father. After that, he sought comfort in your presence whenever his father hit him.
But Billy never saw anything going further with you. He always thought he wasn’t the kind of person that does long-lasting relationships. He doesn’t think he could commit. And after everything he’s been through with you, how close he’s gotten to you, he doesn’t think he could pull his moves on you.
So, he continues to flirt with girls, doing what he does best and getting them to smile and laugh at his witty comments, not thinking that it would affect what he has with you.
Until you just disappear.
He notices one morning how you’ve stopped meeting him at his car in the mornings before school, how you never seem to find him in the hallways anymore or in his secret smoking spots. You don’t look at him during the classes you have together anymore. Not even to share in a funny experience or an inside joke.
At first, he didn’t care. He told himself that perhaps without your constant presence, he’d have more time to himself and his own doings. He won’t have to deal with your ranting anymore.
Then, he started to feel small pangs of loneliness. Without you, his life felt quiet and he can’t remember when last he smiled and laughed genuinely. Without you there to comfort him after his dad hit him, Billy really felt like he had no one in the world. He would wait for you to come to that park bench, but you never came. And he asked himself why you were being so cruel to him?
He tries to drown his loneliness with music, but it only makes him think about the times he would make you listen to every tape he had as a way to ‘teach you what real music is’. It would make him remember how you would laugh as he drummed his hands against his thighs with the drum line of the song. His room felt too quiet now without you, no matter how loud he would blast his music, annoying Max in the other room.
As people file into the school building on Monday morning, Billy leans against his car, staring down at the lighter in his hand. It was a gift from you after his last one died and it has never let him down since you gave it to him. Now, he’s forced to think about you again every time he lights a cigarette.
Now, thinking about how it feels like you’re ignoring him, it makes him angry. He feels his blood starting to boil in his veins, thinking about how no other girl could manage to fill the empty space you left in his life. He’s angry that you didn’t even give him a head’s up or a reason for just flaking out on him.
He lifts his head after stuffing the lighter in his pocket and immediately spots you walking towards the school building. Quickly pushing himself off his car, he rushes forward, determined to not go another without you acknowledging him.
“Did I do something wrong?” he practically shouts, slipping in front of you and making you look at him for the first time in a week. “Or is this just a new, bitchy side to you?”
Your lip flares in a snarl, your eyes narrowing at him as you step around him. “I don’t want to talk to you,” you mutter, purposefully walking into his shoulder as you pass him.
But it doesn’t make him back down.
His hand shoots out to grab your arm, pulling you back, and giving you a stern look as his grip tightens. “Really? Because I used to struggle trying to get you to stop following me like a fucking puppy,” he snaps, letting your arm go when you pull it out of his grip.
“I doubt you’ll have trouble finding a replacement for me following you around, if my absence bothers you so much. Seeing as how you’re constantly flirting with anything in a skirt,” you shout back at him, adjusting the strap of your back over your shoulder as you attempt to walk away from him again.
“Oh, I’ll be fine finding a replacement for you. But who are you going to be following around from now on?”
“Fuck you, Billy,” you shout over your shoulder for the entire school to hear.
Your cuss at him doesn’t feel like a joke. It feels way too serious for him. And it dawns on him that this is not some kind of banter between you two. He’s done something that deeply upset you and he’s not sure what it is so he doesn’t know how to fix it. He doesn’t even know why he wants to fix it.
Throughout the day, he’s staring at you when you’re in sight, his knee bouncing up and down as he waits for it to dawn on him what he did.
Fuck, he just wants you to look at him and smile again. He just wants you to meet him by his locker to rant about whatever is on your mind. He just wants to spend those quiet moments at night on the park bench with you again.
He wants you.
He misses you.
“Fuck,” he hisses at himself in his car on the way home, hitting his steering wheel before turning it to make a U-turn right in the middle of the road. His foot practically on the floor, he zooms to your house and he doesn’t intend on leaving until he has you in his life again.
Arriving just in time to see you reach the front door, he comes to a screeching halt in your driveway and flies out of his car, slamming his door behind him as he walks towards you.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shout, dropping your bag at the front door before storming towards him. “What don’t you understand about ‘I don’t want to talk to you’?”
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s pissed you off so much,” he firmly says, standing in front of you and staring down at you with a harsh glare.
You shake your head, scoff in disbelief, and run your hands over your face. “God, you’re so stupid sometimes. Is that what Rachel finds attractive?”
“Who the fuck is Rachel?”
“Rachel Smith! The girl you were making out with against your locker last week,” you shout up at him.
Then he realizes what this is all about. It makes his face fall and he takes a deep breath as you laugh to yourself, turning your eyes down to hide the tears welling up in them.
“I thought you cared about me. I thought…” you trail off, shaking your head and looking up at him as you swallow a hard lump in your throat. “I thought that maybe you saw something in me that no one has ever seen in me before. I fell in love with you for that, thinking that maybe you’d feel the same way about me even if you say that you don’t do relationships. I thought that maybe you would change your mind. But it seems that I was just as stupid as every other girl you play,” you say, your voice the softest he’s ever heard.
A tear falls down your cheek, making Billy realize that he’s hurt you. He’s broken your heart without even meaning to do that. He would never intend to hurt you when all you’ve done for him is heal him. If he had known your feelings before, he would never have kissed Rachel.
Would he?
If it meant that he would lose you, then of course he wouldn’t have.
When he doesn’t say anything, you turn around to walk away. But he doesn’t want you to leave.
He grabs your wrist to stop you. Only, this time his touch is gentle and you can feel the desperation in his hold. You can’t bear to look at him now, fearing that this is just a ploy to get you to let him back in your life. The thought that he might be trying to play his tricks on you makes your head drop between your shoulders.
“Please let me go, Billy,” you beg, shutting your eyes and letting more tears roll down your cheeks,
Billy shakes his head, knowing that you can’t see it, and takes a small step towards you. “I can’t,” There’s no more shouting between you two and the atmosphere has changed, making your head crane slightly so you can see his figure out the corner of your eye. “You have no idea how miserable I’ve been without you there beside me. How lonely I felt,” he says, his voice breaking slightly as he takes another step forward.
It makes your head turn to face him fully, your throat closing up when you see that he’s close to tears himself.
“It always felt like something was missing in my life. I just never realized that it was you until you left,” he whispers, turning you around and letting go of your wrist as he raises his hand to wipe a tear off your cheek. “If this past week is what it’s like living this life without you, then I don’t want to live.”
“Don’t say that,” you choke out.
“Why not? It’s true.”
Your gaze falls, but his other hand comes up to cup your other cheek and he steps closer to you, making your hands rest on his chest. He makes you look at him, and this is the closest you two have ever been. You’ve often thought about what the build-up to a kiss with him might be like, that it would involve being this close to him. You just never thought that possibility of it happening to you would be in a situation like this where you’re crying.
“Fuck the other girls. They can’t begin to make me feel like how you make me feel. I want you.”
You shake your head, almost not believing his words as you cast your eyes down again. God, you really hate him seeing you cry.
He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering shut just as yours do, and small pleas falling from his lips. “Please, (Y/n). Please forgive me,” he whispers, and you almost don’t hear his words.
“You’re sorry?” you ask, lifting your head to press your forehead a bit more against his.
“So fucking sorry.”
You’re quiet for a second, only letting out a shaky breath before you snake your arms around his waist and stepping into his chest. “Don’t do it again.”
Billy smiles at your words, wraps his arms around your shoulders, and pulls in closer to his body. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
As he stands there in your front yard, his arms around you and yours around his, he feels that empty space inside him start to fill up again. It’s like someone has taken a pencil and filled out the missing part of a picture, colored in the empty, outlined shape.
No one could have filled that space as you do. No one but you.
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Sun Daze
(Billy Hargrove x Gender-Neutral Reader)
Synopsis: Warmth comes from more than the sun.
Warnings: Self-indulgent, cuddly Billy, one part is kinda suggestive
Word Count: 417
A/N: Cuddly Billy took hold and I regret nothing. And if you couldn't tell I'm touch-starved, here's proof!
The sunrise makes him glow.
His skin is still tan from summer days at the pool. The blond comes out in his curls with every day spent in the heat. He’s beautiful like this.
You never thought holding someone, and being held in return, could make you feel complete. His arms are around you, fingertips trailing up and down your bicep. His heart beats beneath your head, his breath a lullaby, and the rhythm of his chest is assurance.
Everything is as it should be.
You rest your chin on him, meeting his eyes briefly before reaching for a strand not as curly as the rest. You twirl it, mesmerized by its silkiness.
He’s gazing at you. That’s the only word for it.
You’re precious to him. In a way no one else has ever been. His lifeline.
If he could spend eternity tracing your skin, giving it patterns and shapes, he would. If he could meld into you just so he’d never feel the cold when you didn’t touch, he would.
He shifts you onto your back, needing to see all of you, to feel more of you.
He hovers, arms on either side of your head, eyes locked. His nose grazes along yours: up…down…up, until he glides further down and slots his lips between your own.
Slowly. Softly. A caress that reaches your toes and almost stops your breath.
Your hand slides behind his neck, fingers spreading through his hair. Your other holds his arm, tying you to Earth. The dips and curves of his bicep ground you because, with Billy, you always float.
He tilts back, returning to nuzzle your nose.
You spend minutes like that, breathing one another in, an aroma of last night and the anticipation of today.
His baby blues are already searching for yours when you open your eyes. The look warms your skin further: one between only you and him.
You lift your chin to kiss him again, his weight settling onto you.
Your hands travel up his back, hoping his sun-soaked skin sinks into you.
Again, he retreats, brushing your cheekbone with his thumb, wonder in his eyes—in his touch.
He presses his lips to the corner of yours, another to your jaw, and a final one to your neck, and pushes his head into you there. He relaxes further, no longer supporting his own body, and sighs, content.
You turn, resting your chin against his head, and your eyes close.
This is everything.
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